Heathen

Heathens of an unwashed nature abound. You see them everywhere. Like what you see there, out the window... the teeming masses, the "perpetual little people", as it were. Like so much lumbering, lowing cattle with no truly discernible brain activity, no real intellectual capacity. Merely beasts of labour. Like so many lambs to the slaughter.

I sometimes wonder how those of us with superior breeding can stand to share the world with them. I wonder how I continue to tolerate it!

For that matter, how does one so exceedingly lovely as you tolerate it? you've been forced
to brush up against them when strolling through our public thoroughfares... much to your
chagrin, I can tell, from the way you just shuddered.

I assure you madame, I am of an altogether different variety... I am most certainly a
well-washed heathen.

...and this won't hurt a bit.

Well... not too much.



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By Hunter Sangfroid