After the rape but before a low pressure system pushed up the coast and inland creating a horizontal net inflow of convergent winds, Young Goodman started to focus on the experiential present moment. After all, he rationalized, ass inches from the ground, wrists and ankles indicating the onset of edema, I can only understand my current present as it relates to the complex web of external presents.
This now-centered approach worked well enough until the town crier and the village idiot strolled by. They farted loudly and intentionally as they passed.
It was the pong that did him in.