We did not come out well in that photograph, George and I. Of course, as was to be expected, our luck ordained it, that the man should set his wretched machine in motion at the precise moment that we were both lying on our backs with a wild expression of "Where am I? and what is it?" on our faces, and our four feet waving madly in the air.
Bien entendu, l’opérateur déclencha son fichu appareil juste au moment ou nous étions tous deux sur le dos avec l’air d’idiots se demandant ou ils se trouvaient et ce qui s’était passé. Cependant que nos pieds gigotaient éperdument dans l’air…