Bottom of the Hill

This is... High Adventure! Stories that have all three! Danger, Escape, to Spence! And here is the man of my adventure, George Sanders! This is High Adventure! And you have already been forewarned that I am George Sanders.

Not that the position of such an overwhelming bit of information may be of any consequence to you. However, I might say that my maternal guardian was somewhat of a joy to see ideas. My father, on the other hand, assumed a rather negative position about the business of my being your father.

I must confess that I've never been able to determine exactly why. Be that as it may. I'm sure you're wondering in just what way the foregoing facts relate themselves to high adventure. The answer is simple.

I came alive as did you. And so we all possess that spark we call living. When that spark is intensified into a brilliant flame by a moment of sheer adventure, we term that moment, high adventure.

Shall I illustrate? The tale is one of a man married to a beautiful woman, a woman who succumbed to a touch of the Orient. You're listening to George Sanders tell you of the bottom of the hill, another transcribed story of high adventure.

It sometimes seems that everybody is in a hurry, people dash from one place to another as though their lives depended on a fast arrival, but now actually their lives do depend on their speed because if a pedestrian moves too fast at the wrong time, he or she may have no arrival.

How many times, for instance, have you seen a pedestrian start to cross the street? He steps off the curb with just a few steps and the traffic light changes. Instead of turning back to the safety of the sidewalk, he goes merrily across the street, ignoring the traffic that has started to move. Cars which are already in motion must come to a sudden halt to avoid