That, it turned out, was the Gospel According To Me, translated into Shasu by the bashful giant. It was an awful lot to ask and he wouldn’t dream of bothering me with it when I was so busy, but could I possibly see my way to just glancing it at, and maybe even pointing out some of his more catastrophic blunders? It was that or watch him boil to death inside his own skin, so I said yes, I’d be delighted. He backed away and went off to die of joy, and I started to read.
