Kaya of the everyday grind, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure, want to get away from it all? We offer you escape.

Escape.

Escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. You are crawling across the jungle savannah your body flaming with fever while behind you lies certain death and ahead the endless torches of the perpetual imprisonment.

Listen now as escape brings you evil and war classic story,

the man who liked Dickens. You know what it's like with the English. We're forever going off on curious expeditions into the interiors of strange dark lands, having unbelievable

adventures and returning at last pale and a bit feverish, but triumphs.

This we do.

But we do not invariably wear rather long-ish car key shorts in the daytime and no matter how

primitive our surroundings this dress every night in black time. I know this from the only

exploration I ever went on, with Dr. Messenger into the Amazon to find a buried city called Demerara.

I remember the night things started to go badly with us.

It was our last camp on the river. Next day we were to begin making our way

fast by foot and we'd gone to bed early in preparation for the rigors of the trail. I'd been asleep an hour of truth when I was waken by something tugging gently at my toe.

I said up and look sleep at it or the foot of my hammock, and then I saw what it was.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Sorry what's not what is it?

Something on my toe?

That beast of some sort.

Hey, you find it off, it's gone, Doctor.

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