 And soon they began to build up a thriving new civilization. Anita and I and our family moved to one of the more remote islands where we weren't so much in the thick of things. Sometimes people would come to see us and ask me to talk about my people. And I would tell them how they could not stand the white man's civilization. And how they died off. All but me. It always made them feel very guilty. And somehow I liked to watch them squirm.