Into the Heart of Borneo

I was astonished to discover， on being threatened with a
two-month exile to the primary jungles of Borneo， just
how fast a man can read.
Powerful as your scholarly instincts may be， there is no
matching the strength of that irrational desire to find a
means of keeping your head upon your shoulders; of
retaining your frontal appendage in its accustomed place;
of barring 1，700 different species of parasitic worm from
your bloodstream and Wagler s pit viper from just about
anywhere; of removing small， black， wild-boar ticks from
your crutch with minimum discomfort (you do it with
Sellotape); of declining to wear a globulating necklace of
leeches all day long; of sidestepping amoebic and bacillary
dysentery， yellow and blackwater and dengue fevers，
malaria， cholera， typhoid， rabies， hepatitis， tuberculosis and