The Traveler as [Noble Savage]

the word speculation.synonymous with adventure.when, indeed, it means onlythat one may gain a great deal.or one may lose a great deal.Alas, for Mr. Nickleby, it meant the latter.Four stockbrokerstook villa residences in Italy.and nobodies were ruined.Eliminating all he had saved.as well as any wish to earn it again.Mr. Nickleby took to his bed.until he surrenderedto the one certainty of life.which no amount of speculationcan prevent.What shall we do?Here is Nicholas Nickleby again.years old.and head of his family.Come here.Said he would join me at th

the counter. The bartender is dwarfed by thisNewcomer, but works around him without apparent concern.Fedorchuk addresses the alien busboy.FEDORCHUKHey, Henry, how you doin tonight?Workin hard?The Newcomer turns his face is humanoid, butdisturbingly alien.FEDORCHUKYou got your green card, buddy? Youdidnt leave home without it?The cops at the bar crack up. Henry looks at Fedorchuk his eyes carrying no malice. or pain. He merely blinks.CUT TO:INT./ EXT. SLUG-MOBILE - STREET - NIGHTAn explosion of color and movement as OPENING TITLES PLAYvery quickly. Were TRAVELING the

theland. As we walked to church onSundays, even the most envious soulswould allow that there was not aprettier pair in the kingdom.EXT. FIELD - DAYA picnic. The Dugan family. Roderick.RODERICK (V.O.)My uncles family consisted of tenchildren, and one of them was thecause of all my early troubles; thiswas the belle of the family, mycousin, Miss Dorothy Dugan, by name.EXT. DUGAN MANOR HOUSE - DAYA sprawling run-down Irish manor house with large garden,stables, barn and farm.Idealized images of Dorothy.RODERICK (V.O.)Ah! That first affair, how well oneremembers it! What a nobl

The Chimney Sweeperfrom Songs of InnocenceThe Chimney Sweeper1 When my mother died I was very young, 2 And my father sold me while yet my tongue,3 Could scarcely cry weep, weep, weep.4 So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.5 There little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head6 That curled like a lambs back, was shaved, so I said,7 Hush Tom never mind it, for when your heads bare,8 You know that the soot cannot spoil your while hair.9 And so he was quiet, & that very night,10 as Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,11 That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe Ned & Jack12 Were

The Chimney Sweeperfrom Songs of InnocenceThe Chimney Sweeper1 When my mother died I was very young, 2 And my father sold me while yet my tongue,3 Could scarcely cry weep, weep, weep.4 So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.5 There little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head6 That curled like a lambs back, was shaved, so I said,7 Hush Tom never mind it, for when your heads bare,8 You know that the soot cannot spoil your while hair.9 And so he was quiet, & that very night,10 as Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,11 That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe Ned & Jack12 Were