[Herbert Sorbet's booze-stained notes, sometime in 1987 (date illegible)]
Biathanatos River -- only maybe 20 miles navigable. Deep enough, broad enough for two kids on a home-made raft to float in the middle. Warm dark starry night, lights on the banks distant. Almost no commercial traffic since Taft administration.
River earned its name in 1699 (? check). Fat naked bodies like a raft of logs, moonlight shining on white backs. Davidt Franck (Davey) and Maarten Rooms didn't know anything about that. D's in History, both of them.
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