With a mallet driving home, one by one, sturdy wooden pegs through the eye-splices at the ends of the hempen strands, he soon had the giant vehicle, as if charmed into docility by some diminutive beast-wrangler, tethered motionless above him.
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"driving home"
Where exactly is the home for any of these children? How did they come to be parentless adventurers in service to some shadowy organization? What could the ultimate purpose of this organization be and why would they use child labor (aside from the fact that everybody used child labor and it was going to take a bunch of anarchists blowing shit up to stop the practice (at least in America (I mean, at least by employees in America. The employers who live in America will certainly keep using foreign child labor!)))?
I suppose some of my earlier speculations about Randolph St. Cosmo's existence could answer the question of where the homes of these kids are located. Like Alan Moore's Dead Dead Gang, they might be ghosts or possibly angels (which are really just high-level ghosts). Chick Counterfly probably became a member of the crew because those Klansmen got their tiny racist hands on him after all.
"sturdy wooden pegs"
More boner talk.
"eye-splices at the ends of the hempen strands"
Vaginas.
A lot of the verbiage makes me feel like there's some kind of sexual assault happening here by Darby against the airship except for the phrase "charmed into docility." Although I guess the connotation of being "charmed" by a person is actually rarely positive, right? People like Eddie Haskell and Dracula "charm" people! And the use of the term "hempen" evokes the idea of drugs!
This line ultimately makes me feel all yucky inside. It also make me realize that I can't even enjoy Bill Cosby's old comedy albums. Thanks, Bill, for ruining some of my most fond childhood memories of listening to your comedy albums at my grandparents' house while my grandmother cooks in the kitchen! At least I can still cherish the memories of listening to Steve Martin's album in that same space while my grandmother must have bit her tongue hearing Steve shout, "My girlfriend has the best pussy!" It's a good thing she didn't say anything to us or I would have figured out he wasn't just talking about her cat. Which he was because he says so immediately after when he scolds the audience for being perverts! But I was never a pervert! I always knew he meant her cat! What else could a seven year old think he meant?!
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