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My Promise

     Hey, everyone. I promised to tell you what happened to Carson Napier in the room of the seven doors in Burroughs great novel called Lost On Venus. Well, when he awoke with the snakes all over the room, he sought refuge on top of the table. One very large and very scary snake went up there after him. In his extremity, Carson just fled to one of the seven doors and opened it. The corridor was empty, briefly, and his hopes rose. Then he heard a savage roar and a tharban, a great predator cat, came at him. Luckily he had wedged the chair in the door and was able to return to the room he had just quit. The huge snake and the tharban start killing each other. The snake wins and returns to kill Carson. Carson climbs up the rope with which he was meant to hang himself. He pulls the rope up to prevent the snake from coming after him; when he reaches a rafter far above. Then he walks a narrow beam to reach a landing and effect his escape. Just as he is about to leave the city he hears a woman's scream from an adjacent building...
     You owe it to yourself to read this great series.
By the way, the picture above is a huge moth. He appears to have two big eyes on his back, on either side of that protuberance which I hope is his nose. Moths probably don't have noses, do they? I don't know much about moths, nor do I count any in my circle of friends. Suffice it to say that it is a cool moth.
    From the author's green retreat, where there are no tharbans, thankfully, this is CE Wills.
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