“This is what it comes to!” muttered Colon. “Decent women can’t walk down the street without being eaten! Right, you bastards, you’re . . . you’re geography—” “Sergeant!” Carrot repeated urgently. “It’s history, not geography,” said Nobby. “That’s what you’re supposed to say. History. ‘You’re history!’ you say.” “Well, whatever,” snapped Colon.
