The Naked Island
The experiences of an Australian solidier imprisoned in Changi for four years during World War II.
Approx. 106,975 words.
however, completely disrupted by a curt order to bend over. All around the room at that moment recruits were bending over and very unsightly it was, too.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because," said the publican, with quite unwarranted impatience, "I want to see if you've got piles."
"I haven't." I told him firmly and remained vertical.
"Bend over," he bellowed. "You can't expect me to take your word for it--got to see for myself."
"You didn't want to see my grandparents," I argued.
"I am not," he hissed, "examining your grandparents for piles, Now bend over."
"You asked me," I pointed out, "whether my grandparents were cracked. I said, No. You didn't say, Show me your uncracked grandparents! Now, you ask, have I got piles and I say, 'No,' and you say, Bend over. It doesn't make sense."
With a look of undisguised hostility, he straightened up in his chair.
"All right," he capitulated, "you have not got piles. Now, for God's sake," and he said the words very
