I’ve not much to say, except see this
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1. Enter: a messenger, out of breath... (o larch!) [who are you?]
2. (a messenger! I bring bad news! Ramorum disease has reached Western Cumbria, and this way comes fast apace. No Larch tree is safe)
3. [bad news indeed! what can I do to save myself and my young saplings?]
4. (there is only one course for you - you must run while there is still time!)
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2. (a messenger! I bring bad news! Ramorum disease has reached Western Cumbria, and this way comes fast apace. No Larch tree is safe)
3. [bad news indeed! what can I do to save myself and my young saplings?]
4. (there is only one course for you - you must run while there is still time!)
5.
6.
You obviously haven’t seen the escaping trees in Codex Seraphinianus, here.
now that is an AMAZING book!
Oh, that’s sad. I thought we were going to get something Pythonesque
Did you notice how I manipulated your emotions, so that the lack of a Pythonesque denouement added the overarching mood of unrequited expectation to your feeling of powerlessness over the fate of a doomed tree?
Either I’m a genius, or I did it by accident.
:)) … but didn’t you mean “overLarching mood”?
aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggh