a poke in the eye (for being so sly)
typical of the british. a ritual greeting for the first of the month has turned into a punch up. (when will we learn to drink our beer slowly).
meanwhile a friend is in the centre of paris (directing operations for the international conspiracy of ruthless cosmopolitans no doubt). another is trapped under a heat dome in texas (a.k.a. the cursed earth).
in 'good news' the heat dome seems to be moving away north.
horsemouth's reading has not progressed. tomorrow a scan and wednesday a meeting (thereafter horsemouth returns to the seaside towns, but briefly). he has found someone who is reading philosophers - like out loud and recording the results on youtube. it's not the best sound quality (and his taste in thinkers is not always horsemouth's taste) but there you go. claude hates travelling, he hates travel writing, his interest is the tiny amount of time that you are 'in the field' (talking to the people you need to talk to), or so he claims.
yesterday they were singing byrd down at the abbey (horsemouth had forgotten and failed to go). he goes down to open up this morning. it's a beautiful morning.
in boswell land what are they doing?
the young boswell is meeting and greeting. he meets lord eglinton for the first time in a week,
'I hear you are giving up all your bad company. but I beg I may not be included in the number.'
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