Yes but the point you were really making is that we haven’t run five miles, we’ve just been conned into believing we’ve run two of twelve miles thus making the prospect of a ten mile forced march seem more palatable and we, therefore, don’t balk at the prospect in the way we probably would have when baldly propositioned with a ten mile hike : )

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.