"I'll gladly pay you Tuesday . . . "

NEW THEORY: Monsieur L'Explorateur may have actually experienced womanflesh: but, like Wimpy (y'know, the hamburger guy from Popeye) or any other cartoon stranded on a desert island who invariably mistakes his/her companion for a giant hotdog or ice cream sundae (with jimmies and cherries!), he had been so long without the company of the fairer sex that everything he came across reminded him of this lack; this glorious, firm, well-balanced and rounded (?) mountain range could appear to him as nothing but an extraordinarily erogenous topographical feature. Ah, les tetons.