“Not the man who walked up the Amazon?” “I am that man,” said Tence modestly. “Not the man who rowed from Brighton to Bombay in the bathtub?” “I am that man,” said Tence, swelling with pride. “The man who sailed across the Pacific on a raft made from mahogany and shoelaces, and discovered the lost islands of Odium?” “No, I wasn’t that man, actually,” said Tence, deflating suddenly. “That was another man.
