"Prey of Niger, A.D. 2072," excerpt: Fifteen tribesmen overtook my ***** *** after 5 miles. I was exhausted. I had no experience with desert extremes. The chief ****** said that I could sleep in his mud-hut mansion for an hour before they butchered me. He was pleasant enough, except for his cannibalistical zeal. In another life we could've got along like Siamese twin brothers, I guess.
      Swanky Negresses danced with their hoods ablated. I'd seen sails flapping in the breeze off the Horn, but this was fantastical, like pucked maidenheads shorn by tomahawks.