Wed, 22 October 2008 After he reformed from drinking, my old friend Yulee Bryant found himself in need of work. His family had been well to do, but Yulee managed to squander his inheritance, and so he was forced to seek employment. Unfortunately, he was no longer fit for honorable work, and he found himself living in a dilapidated old shack on the grounds of the River Derbane cemetery, working as the caretaker. While many of us who knew him regarded this as a mighty long step down from his former station in life, it suited Yulee just fine. The leisurely and solitary nature of the work fit well with his newly chosen vocation as a theologian and erstwhile voice in the wilderness. His one complaint, he told me, was the ghosts..." Comments[0] |
