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Percival Proudfoot gazes enigmatically into the distance,
thinking profound thoughts.
Who knows what's on his mind? Perhaps his latest book of
romantic poetry...
Perhaps the sea and a voyage of adventure and
discovery...
Or maybe he's trying to maintain his dignity after sitting
down in something squishy.
