People have been asking what’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get home. All I really want to do is to love and be loved by the people that I love. The one specific thing might be to wash a sink full of dirty dishes. After this I’m going to disappear for a little while into a different kind of abyss, an abyss of love. I need some time to get reacquainted with my partner, Dan, my family, my community and freedom itself. I’m eager to tell the story of my captivity and rescue but I need a little time first. That’s a subtle hint to anyone out there who might happen to have a big camera or notebook.
The more these hostages talk, the more sympathy they generate for their captors. If Loney had been talking sentimental nonsense about abysses of love and his partner all this time, it's a wonder his captors didn't shoot him just for being a irritating fey naif.
Whatever happened to showing a little emotional restraint in the public eye, even in the face of disaster? I miss the old stiff upper lip attitude.
Source: Toronto Star