[Goodsir smiles again with a sort of boyish enthusiasm.]
Oh, that would be ever so lovely. I haven't seen an autumn in years.
[Which unfortunately brings him back to what Tim is saying about violence. He sighs softly and looks to meet his gaze.]
We were ice locked in the fall of 1846, and spent two winters aboard the ships. Unfortunately, a portion of our canned provisions were rotten due to improper sealing. Those that were edible, I found later, contained lead.
We abandoned the ships in the spring of 1848. We walked a great distance, and we found no game to speak of.
[Goodsir's voice is soft and calm, but slightly detached - he sounds like he's reading a text aloud.]
We were all of us suffering the effects of starvation, scurvy, and lead poisoning. Things were very dire. There was a mutiny...
[He pauses and sets his cup and saucer aside because his hands have begun to tremble. He leans forward slightly.]
Desperate men consider desperate options. Unspeakable options. Do you understand?
cw: cannibal! the musical
Oh, that would be ever so lovely. I haven't seen an autumn in years.
[Which unfortunately brings him back to what Tim is saying about violence. He sighs softly and looks to meet his gaze.]
We were ice locked in the fall of 1846, and spent two winters aboard the ships. Unfortunately, a portion of our canned provisions were rotten due to improper sealing. Those that were edible, I found later, contained lead.
We abandoned the ships in the spring of 1848. We walked a great distance, and we found no game to speak of.
[Goodsir's voice is soft and calm, but slightly detached - he sounds like he's reading a text aloud.]
We were all of us suffering the effects of starvation, scurvy, and lead poisoning. Things were very dire. There was a mutiny...
[He pauses and sets his cup and saucer aside because his hands have begun to tremble. He leans forward slightly.]
Desperate men consider desperate options. Unspeakable options. Do you understand?