for grim
Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:22:58 pm

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George Hastings, not a vagabond but a flaneur by profession, left his village one day with unexpected purpose, walking to the next town and then the next village down the road after that, seeking the answer to a question. He tapped again the small purse small wallet in his coat pocket after being passed on the gravelly road by a dutiful mule pulling along slowly a small empty wagon and a sleeping farmer under the canopy of trees. Most might think work on the road was scarce, but George, neatly dressed and congenially countenanced, received a number of offers for small jobs during his walking quest for knowledge. He was not quite certain why people offered work to a man of obvious wealth, but he enjoyed helping others and appreciated the extra coins in his purse as they paid for the meals and lodging at each new village to where he brought his question.