I remember him as if it were yesterday, as he came
plodding to the inn door, his sea chest following be-
hind him in a hand-barrow; a tall, strong, heavy, nutbrown man; his tarry pigtail falling over the shoulders of his soiled blue coat; his hands ragged and scarred,with black, broken nails; and the sabre cut acrossone cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cove and whistling to himself as he did so, and then breaking out in that old sea-song that he sang so often afterwards...
If this doesn't make you want to jump full cannonball butt-first into a rereading (Or, horrors! A first-read!) of "Treasure Island", then...Trampus ain't your uncle.
You say you wanna res-oh-lu-shu-un, well-ell, you know...
Is it too early to start those New Year Pie-crust Promises? (For those uneducated in such vows - a pie-crust promise is one easily made, easily broken. No priest nor confessional booth needed.)
I shall start today with 2008 Resolution Number One:
READ MORE BOOKS JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT - FOR FUN!
It's a tough promise (heh), but one I am quite possibly able to fulfill...with joy.
The best kind.