arcadia report

in the cab after you loaned me the book, i had to almost immediately roll down the window to vomit. i think the excitment got to me. anyway, the driver right away pulled over and so now i'm on foot and trying to read it from streetlamp-to-streelamp.

i'm really hoping that i'm gonna' be ok for my 10am tee time tomorrow. My plan this year is to count each and every round towards my handicap, and i'm berating myself because i fell for your shanghai routine, again. so i'm reading it like a careening pastor clutches the testament, but then i get to the bit about Fermat. Instantly i feel somehow like my life is a success because i know of the Enigma. Luck makes you. Things find you. Never give up.

I have to read you this part:
Septimus(definitivley): "Not! There are no more than two or three poets of the first rank now living, and i will not shoot one of them dead over a perpendicular poke in a gazebo with a woman whose reputation could not be adequately defended with a platoon of musketry deployed by rota."

i'm just saying that people can get waylaid by anything. still, according to f.w., it never hurts to accept an invitation. after all, if you don't go anywhere, probably nothing will happen. probably.

(note: i shot a 95!)