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Me and my cousin Annie wandering along the shore of Lake Chitituit in the eastern United States.
Annie is the artist formerly known as Sculpticus.
It is a bright warm day and the lake is full of bathers.
I am complaining to the cousin.
"We are the only white people here," sez I, in that famous furtive whisper which some of you have come to know and love.
Annie gives me a searching look.
"James," she says with infinite patience, "don't you find fear so crippling?"
I ponder this for a moment.
"No Annie," I reply. "I find death crippling."
And from somewhere not to far away a kindly television presenter recites for the children:
"See the honkies. See the honkies on the beach. They are the only honkies there. Run honkies, run. Or you are gonna dieeeeeeeee..."

(Today's episode of The Heelers Diaries was brought to you by the numbers one and two, and by the colour purple. The Heelers Diaries is a production of The Grim Reaper's television workshop.)