rezendi

So there¹ I stood, clutching my bared Swiss Army knife² in my trembling fist³, alone⁴ and otherwise unarmed, surrounded by a thousand⁵ bloodthirsty⁶ Zulus⁷. The witch doctor⁸ fixed me with a baleful glare⁹. I knew there was no escape¹⁰.

( No word of it a lie! or, a tribute to DFW. )