A man was walking, an unkempt, dirty, ragged, vagrant-looking vaguely old sort of man was walking. With a dog behind him. He carried naught but a stick with a bundle tied to its end. He looked rather carefree and happy.
Mr. Phthalo approached him.
"Good sir, who might you be and where would you be going?" He started.
"I might be a swallow. I go to where I go, for I am a pilgrim."
"A pilgrim, you say? Where to?"
"I am a pilgrim on a journey for experience, for delight and for no particular reason at all. I go where I please." said the man who might be a swallow and was definitely a pilgrim.
The dog following him nipped his heels.
"Ah, but the Lord is getting impatient. Let's get along now then?"
"The Lord? So you're a Christian?"
"That is what I call my dog, you see."
The pilgrim walked along the edge of the cliff, cheerfully whistling without a care in the world.
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