Poor Big Red has been much neglected over the Summer. Neglecting a bike in Okinawa is particularly cruel as moth and rust really corrupts over here er especially rust. Anyway I gave her a good curry combing and feed of oats. I also hammered on new 27×1 1/4in front horseshoe, which I bought in Montreal as Japanese bikes have 26in hooves. I polish her saddle.
It is a beautiful day. The temperature and humidity have returned to cool and dry.
I take Big Red for a brisk canter up to the corner shop to buy some milk, beer and beni sorga. I am fat and scant of breath. Oh dear.
The day is so beautiful that, although I am very knackered subsequent to too two? much activity of late, I set off for an adventure in the Lagoon of Wonder in front of the house. The water is colder so I wear a full wet suit for the first time since May. Wet suits add buoyancy. Stupidly I do not add any weight resulting in difficulty getting under the sea and once down, a constant battle against floating up to the surface. This, plus being ill and scant of breath make it a frustrating dive.
I do however see some nice things and it is very different from Montreal.
Do you think Hamlet was fat?
Click on his photo and count how many fish you can see. Let us give Gertrude fair play. Her diagnosis at this point in the fencing match should certainly assign a reason for Hamlet’s shortwindedness, not to be a mere feather-brained voicing of what is obvious to all—that he is sweating and panting. Aware of this, G. L. Kittredge suggested that fat might here be taken in the sense of ” rather soft,” ” not quite trained, down “—an attractive proposal, which might be accept- able were it not for the lack of any Elizabethan example of fat in the sense proposed, and the presence of Hamlet’s authoritative statement on his condition, that he has been in continual practice.
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