He ran into the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet. Or were his clothes pounding and his heart soaking wet? That's the great mystery surrounding the untimely death of Clive Anthony Cliveanthony.
We know that he did run into the room, based upon the velocity of wind against his person and tread marks on the carpet from his sandals. And yet, by the time his body was discovered, the clothes were dry and the heart was definitely not pounding. His liver was pounding, but not his heart. His heart just sat there with a vacant expression, like a person watching golf or a dog watching a person watching golf.
Did you ever notice that if you remove a couple of letters, the word pounding becomes pudding? I mean, you have to add another d, or add two ds and take away one, but it's almost uncanny. Like, only a quarter canny.
Still, Clive Anthony Cliveanthony is dead, and we must lay him to rest. So, move over please. Thanks!