March 28, 2006
"All right, then," agreed Eduardo, adroitly pulling an aged cribbage board from yet another scabbard. "We play." Both men sat down and began their deadly contest. But within minutes it became apparent that neither of them had the first idea of how the game worked, so quickly they leaped to their feet and again began hacking, sawing, and winnowing each other's limbs. Fingers flew like little winged sausages, eyes sped through the air as though shot from cannon, and arms and legs spun into the cerulean sky with the force of a canister of almonds flung heavenward by angry simians.