I don't remember a lot about it, but I remember sitting in this hospital waiting for him to get out of six-way bypass surgery, using this very high-tech surgery plan of 1996.
It was only next day, when Wainwright Island loomed to windward, close abeam, that Wolf Larsen opened his mouth in prophecy. He had attacked Johnson, been attacked by Leach, and had just finished whipping the pair of them.
We spent that evening striding around Cambridge, having what I vaguely recall as a conversation that started with philosophy and then roamed widely over history, ethnography, and literature.