883. The Noble Savage

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Julia and Blair were having the time of their lives. They had been blessed with a more than comfortable life and had visited most places around the world. Of course, they had always been generous. Frequently they had been privileged to make rather large donations to the lesser privileged places they had visited.

It was a silly thing, but they had never visited a tropical island! So off they went to some golden-sanded beach on an island somewhere near Rarotonga. It was glorious! One evening they attended a traditional concert. Young men and women performed wearing traditional grass skirts and garlands. What a wonderful event! And the young man who served the cocktails at their table! Well! What a delightful native fellow! And so fluent in English as well as in Cook Island Maori!

It was such a shame that he was stuck on the island wearing all that grass and having to serve cocktails to tourists. Julia and Blair discussed the matter quietly between themselves and decided to surprise him. They would pay for his education!

The young man was thrilled! Utterly thrilled! He’d been working his fingers to the bone all summer so he could finish off his degree this coming semester. He was at Cambridge University and doing his doctorate on the influence of Euripides on the plays of Racine.

34 thoughts on “883. The Noble Savage

              1. simon682

                Was listening to Blair on the BBC this morning talking abut staying in Europe and (irritatingly) found myself agreeing with most of what he said. Very annoyingly this also puts me in the Cameron camp on this issue. Mind you, you should see the pond life the other side have put together!

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                1. Bruce Goodman Post author

                  I am turning into an a-political being to prevent an emotional hernia. If ones politics is shrouded in a fictional story’s character, I can always pretend that “such-and-such” is not my personal political view. That way, life stays placid.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks Chris. I find that it’s amazing I still have deep-rooted presumptions… e.g. my sister’s current oncology specialist is not just black but from “darkest Africa”. I keep thinking, but how odd!

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