What? Three what, Yvon Chouinard?! How the shit does the story end?
This is the ugly side of the Kindle, about which I am, to put it delicately, less enthusiastic.
And this, specifically, is not just a case of a poor page break, perhaps due to photos or plagues or lunar cycles or whatever influences the Kindle layout system.
No. Here, the end of this sentence, the rest of this paragraph, is maddeningly gone. Nowhere else in the book to be found. It is left as an exercise for the reader to guess how Yvon got out of this particular tight spot.
And, one can only assume, as an exercise for the reader not to fling their Kindle out the nearest window in a uncontrollable fit of rage.
