Because I can't let this asshole go, I have discovered a rather disturbing fact. I not only read "Robinson Crusoe," but I read the less successful sequel "The Farther Adventures of Robinson Crusoe." How did I do this? Because the book I stole from my Dad's library was in fact the original and the sequel. And it didn't mention that fact. So when I was bitching on page 190 that he was already off the Island and I still had half the book to go... well, that's the reason. I must have been really, really bad in a past life.