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I wonder what it is about the West Country that keeps its inhabitants here for so many generations. I cannot say that I see the appeal, unless one enjoys exploring abandoned seaside resorts, or climbing up Little Hangman. But it is business I'm in for, not pleasure, so the lack of recreational activity is neither here nor there.
Meanwhile, I shall sit on this hill with my book and eat a mango - got from Rodolphus for New Years. Who knows where he gets such things, but I appreciate that he does so. Livre des figures hiéroglypiques is such an interesting read. The wind keeps flicking the pages, which is helpful since they are difficult to turn while wearing gloves. For the moment, it is easier to write.
It is unimaginably empty. And cold. Yet if I kept wandering, I think it shouldn't be too difficult to find some elderly, hospitable home that is willing to take me in for tea and sympathy.
I am very good at waiting.
Meanwhile, I shall sit on this hill with my book and eat a mango - got from Rodolphus for New Years. Who knows where he gets such things, but I appreciate that he does so. Livre des figures hiéroglypiques is such an interesting read. The wind keeps flicking the pages, which is helpful since they are difficult to turn while wearing gloves. For the moment, it is easier to write.
It is unimaginably empty. And cold. Yet if I kept wandering, I think it shouldn't be too difficult to find some elderly, hospitable home that is willing to take me in for tea and sympathy.
I am very good at waiting.
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