I suppose all good things must come to an end, but I feel a pout coming on.
Casper Milquetoast's Cousin, Walter Mitty
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The cousins, Cas and Wally, found themselves linked telepathetically as they scoured over a bleak and desolate dreamscape the other side of something called BIG A. Possessing surreal powers, such as the aforementioned silent communication and Mercurial gliding skims over the pockmarked terrain, the boys had an uncanny realization that something major had gone down during their brief sojourn to Nod. No verbal outpourings - so typical of ordinary boys - was necessary.
Naturally, the magnification of their physical and mental functions was sufficient to take their minds momentarily off this most abject ignorance of what the heck had happened during their transition from wakefulness to sleep, and, consequently, to this extraordinary new world.
Coming upon a gaping chasm in the earth, they peered within and saw smoldering heaps of those strange comic books like the ladies had given Cas in his other state. Fueling the blaze was gasoline from what were clearly automobiles but all of apparent four-door design. What is the meaning of this? the lads, linked in thought, mused. Most amazing of all, however, were the crenellated battlements being pulled down by righteously indignant citizenry, who, though of obviously differing ethnicity, seemed united in a common purpose.
Casper and Wally looked at each other, smiled and said in silence simultaneously and to one another:
"I suppose all good things must come to an end, but I feel a pout coming on."
No more scary comics ...
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FlyingHighNow
I love Danny Kaye. Always perfectly groomed and always funny. Walter Mitty was a movie I loved as a child.
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...and did you hear him say that he's going to Yellowstone for his honeymoon?
Yellowstone! Well, I nearly freaked out. I wonder if he will change his mind when he hears the latest news...
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"... and did you hear him say that he's going to Yellowstone for his honeymoon?" gulped the small fry, Guppie Casparus.
"Yellowstone! Well, I nearly freaked out. I wonder if Gillos and Salma will change their minds when they hear the latest news," sinkered in his scaly tarn mate, Wallas Pescamittum. "The boiling cauldrons have been totally overrun by a heat-hardy genus called culpea harrangueus. The newlyweds may need to find cooler waters to spawn. Not to mention a little privacy ...
"I'd totally flip out of my creel if I were in their pool now," slithered the gasping guppie, feeling absolutely filleted over the entire affair ...
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... On the Pechterscale, an 8.8 swarm of culpea harrangueus....
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Hmmm I wonder if they are familiar with this fellow
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ROFL
I need rubber sheets!
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Is that Don Knotts? The Incredible Mr. Limpet ...
Speaking of swarms, not of earthquakes but of fish:
Are you all set for the adventure of a lifetime, to the fabled and mysterious Burma (known today as Myanmar)? American tourists start out on an art expedition that will take them to the true Shangri-La and eventually to the jungles of Burma. But mystery, intrigue and death cut a wide swath across the pathway of the travelers, who wish only to soak up the rich cultural heritage and perhaps make a little statement about the benefits of the American way of life. Sidetracked by a harmless but intent, recluse jungle tribe, the unknowing "guests" plunge into a survival of the fittest contest they never bargained for. Let's just say that, in strange and unfamiliar surroundings, there's going to be culture shock. If they survive the elements, SLORC, malaria and the Nats (no, NOT gnats), will the American travelers be the wiser and stronger for it?
The images are haunting, the characters are flawed yet nevertheless sympathetic, and Ms. Tan's writing style is delightfully idiosyncratic! A mythical holy man tells his followers that each day he has pledged to save a hundred lives. He elects to save fish from drowning, and as success is added to further success in his rescue operation, he buys more nets that he might save ever more. It is evil to take lives, but it is noble to save them.
Have you already read this captivating foray into the steamy jungles that hide and protect the Karen tribe? Do you believe miracles can happen in the middle of nowhere? If you haven't yet read SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING, I highly recommend that you get it, plop into your favorite armchair, and settle in for a wondrous journey that will undoubtedly enchant you. Nowadays happy endings seem impossible, yet....
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Walter, not the least persuaded he possessed any paralyzing fear of heights, was the indomitable leader of the rag-tag band of survivors upon an Andean mesa.
Their little Sopwith Camel (having been fitted with especial passenger compartments) had putted its last put and, under the sullyesquepertise of Captain Walter Mitty, Esq., made a harrowing but narrowly safe landing mere inches from the mesa's terminating ledge. This grateful and fairly hero-worshiping, tattered but very much alive-in-the-flesh-and-spirit assemblage of British colonists, followed the captain obsequiously through an undergrowth most unexpected at so high an altitude. From within one of the many deep pockets of Captain Walter's cargo pants he produced a gleaming machete that, in due course, made mincemeat of what menacing, deliberatingly conniving and carnivorous flora had only moments earlier conspired to devour the potentially tasty though somewhat soiled Englishmen.
An otherworldly atmosphere competed with the rarefied air so convulsively sucked in by the haggard crew, their having been accustomed to gales of heavily-oxygenated air at sea level. Since canisters of oxygen were forthwith unavailable at the local trading post (which in fact, exists in another of Walter's Tales of High Adventure) and may not have been invented at this point in time [anachronism research pending], best that the captain could do was to urge his aerobically-challenged compatriots on with the hearty shout "Courage, my brave souls!"
