It’s been 21,900 hours, 912 days, 130 Saturday nights, 30 months, 3 years since October 16, 1988 when I was stunned awake, straddled by a man I did not know. First I think I’m nightmaring.

They that meane to fatte Pigions…some…do softly tie their Legges:…some vse onely to pinion them.

1863, The celebrated wootz or steel of India, made in little cakes of only about two pounds weight, possesses qualities which no European steel can surpass. — Industrial Biography, Samuel Smiles, 1963.

Those who evidently did not get invited back to their top choices have already absconded the scene, tripping in their high heels as they ran.