Fogg played, not to win, but for the sake of playing. The game was in his eyes a contest, a struggle with a difficulty, yet a motionless, unwearying s...ruggle, congenial to his tastes.Phileas Fogg was not known to have either wife or children, which may happen to the most honest people; either relatives or near friends, which is certainly more unusual. He lived alone in his house in Saville Row, whither none penetrated. A single domestic sufficed to serve him, with a woman coming in thrice. ?? I flinched as his hand touchedmy leg, but he just did up the shoes and stood me up, helping me to walk onwobbly legs out to the car.? ?I thoughtwe might just get some breakfast on the run, as there is some place I want tobe by afternoon.?? It was only just past 7am so I figured wehad a full day of driving ahead of us and I was right.? We only stopped twice in the next 7 hours,once for some lunch bought through another drive thru and again just before3pm, when he pulled into a small park.?. .and not nearly enough of it, as far as he was concerned. He sat with his hands clasped on his lap and his head down, not daring to look at her, waiting for the barrage to begin. The silence stretched out. Nothing. What was she waiting for? Summoning his courage, he sneaked a sideways look… …And saw that she was sitting in the exact same humble posture as he was, as if waiting for him to speak. What the hell was going on? Bird decided that he’d better say something; offer an apology, beg. I can still hear the faint echos of their torment. My parents had to order custom pants for me. It was rough growing up. Then when I became a horny little bastard of a teenager- it sucked to be in school and to be hard because EVERYONE could tell- I would try to tell people that I had a third leg- somehow that would be more acceptable. I tried taking it out one day and putting a shoe on it but I was sent home. That afternoon, ashamed and sick of my preDICKament- I took out my father's hatchet..