peter the great was not an easy person to like.
everybody in the town of ——— disliked him somewhat intensely.
can you imagine what it must have sadly felt like?
quietly remove your shoes before you enter the inner perimeter.
harry houdini was peter’s best friend and most implacable enemy.
the slow boat to china was almost ready to leave.
just then lightning split the sky and thunder roared loudly.
you guys will never understand, peter addressed the snappily dressed crowd.
except for peter and harry, everybody in the crowd was drunk.
many long years would pass before they met again. alas.
all the same, the world did not change that much.
the day was not marked when everything would suddenly erupt.
king kong had been peter’s best friend as a child.
despite their sincere protestations of eternal buddiness, they drifted apart.
nothing succeeds like the implacable weariness of slowly falling raindrops.
a billion raindrops add up to zero proclamations of wisdom.
let us return to peter and harry and king kong.
oh, all right, if you insist, george washington agreed reluctantly.
the red sun dissappeared overr the horizon with shocking abruptness.
but the slow boat to china, exasperatingly, had not materialized.
china was a million miles away, even as a dream.
and it was getting late - too late to turn back.
suddenly peter exclaimed, i say, let us have a drink.
never say die, harry rejoindered, with a somewhat crooked smile.
under the circmustances, there was surely nothing else for it.
the wine flowed freely, as you can very well iamgine.
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