... Or, perhaps "Friday, goddamn Friday."
Not entirely sure why the poor guy would pledge himself to Robinson Crusoe just because he saved his life. You pay him back, not serve as his slave. Not to mention the fact that Crusoe, as an ex-slave himself, should, you know, be possessing of basic human traits like, say, sympathy and empathy and be like, "Oh, being a slave sucked, I won't make this guy my slave, that'd be wrong."
Oi.
So about forty-five pages left to read as of writing this and I kinda still hope Crusoe gets eaten by sharks or floats away on a porta-potty or gets crushed by a boulder while holding a conch. It'd be nice to see somebody in literature who deserves it get their comeuppance for once. I suppose I'll have to just wait and hope The Satanic Verses delivers or something.
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