THE INHERENT GOODNESS OF THE GLOWERING MALCONTENT

If the ocean was calm - too calm - I'd dangle my legs in the water. 

If I was exploring the old abattoir after dark I'd suggest we split up to cover more ground. If I wriggled loose of my ropes and escaped I'd find a reason to go back inside. I’d climb into the getaway car without checking the back seat. 

If the alarm sounded I’d search for the payload a …