Poor, poor Lafcadio , what do you do when you don’t want, to be a hunter, and you don’t want to be a lion?
He didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don’t, you?
And he didn’t really know what was going to happen to him, but he did know that something was going to happen, because something always does, doesn’t it?