The author was one of the first to speculate that captives would come to sympathize with their captors,
especially after long periods in captivity. [Editor's note: This psychological response was later called the Stockholm
syndrome after an incident in Sweden in 1973. No credit for its initial description was ever given to the author because
for many years it had been established that Thaddeus Hinkley was both a whoremonger and a drunkard.]
To prove his theory the author set about interviewing women at the moment they were about to be cooked by cannibal tribes. He
suspected that the bond between hapless victim and voracious cannibal would be especially strong. For his study the author
asked each of the victims why they thought they were about to be eaten. After each meal, the author asked the cooks if they
had any regrets about cooking and eating the visitors.
The woman pictured above, a missionary, sitting on the side of the pot on which she was about to cook postulated that her untimely demise must be God's will.
After all had feasted, the author asked the cook if Providence had anything to do with the decision to eat the woman. The cook thought
they might have eaten a woman named Providence a year or two before, but she wasn't sure. If she had a regret, it was that they hadn't
fattened the skinny woman up more before eating her.
The doctor postulated that perhaps a neurological disorder from eating brains caused a form of insanity and perpetuated cannibalism.
Those eating only women's brains were particularly susceptible because they were literally starving to death.
The cook regretted that the doctor did not have larger breasts, and she regretted that she had not used more seasoning. She thought the good
doctor tasted a little flat.
The teacher felt that if the people had more education they wouldn't eat their fellow woman.
The cook regretted that the teacher didn't have a twin sister because she was delicious, with full breasts and large areolas.
The cook also
regretted cooking the teacher with her necklace because a chief broke a tooth on it. The last time the author saw the cook, she was
sitting in a pot waiting, with her own large areolas and headband, to be cooked herself [not shown].