Sentence The fourhundredandsixtyninth
Little Levy Balquhidder – or, more accurately – that eternal spirit within, that spark which maketh us human – had been with Joshua's army at Jericho, 'when the walls came tumbling down' and had been
one of the amanaty, the native-American hostages taken by Russian fur traders when they first arrived in Alaska in 1759, so he knew the vicissitudes of life from all sides, sometimes regretted the ways he had behaved, would calumniate himself after behaving badly, could be one of those individuals who would try to conciliate after a kerfuffle, causing confusion among both his own side, and the other; he (or she, for his gender changed to whatever form he took in his re-birth) had faced famine and fortune, known ecstasy and horror, long lives and sad short ones, love and abuse; but through it all, had witnessed the steady march of human progress from it's earliest days until the present, lay in his cot, with the soft night-light casting shadows as well as giving re-assurance and comfort, and was happy in the knowledge that his parents loved him and would do anything for him; this was better than his previous life as Pherson Dalwhinnie and wondered what had become of the twin brother he had shot on the bus outside the BGH; that was a low point, probably the lowest, and he wondered that he could have sunk to it and what penance would be expected of him in this new beginning; he may not be able to atone, but, surely, surely, there would be something, some way in which he would be able to prove himself a better person than he had been then? that was the moment when he decided to be, not maybe a saint, but certainly not a sinner, that he would make his parents proud of him if he could, but not ashamed of him either; to walk in the light as opposed to the dark and the shadows and the dregs; he felt sleepy now and closed his eyes, to sleep, perchance to dream as he had said to that
young playwright, Will, and laughed to hear his words spoken from the stage of The Globe; so many lives, so many chances, from prehistoric times till now and beyond, life goes on and equipped with his memories, might he be able to contribute towards making it better? he hoped so, and thinking these happy thoughts, felt himself drifting on a tiny, cot-sized boat with Iggle Piggle and knew that this was f=going to be a good one!