Wednesday March 13th 2013
Recently, the often very personal ritual of bodily
function has been taken to the fresh air. Classically enough these past
few days have been rain swept, well marked by high wind and chill, and
it is very apparent to me that holes are easier to dig in the late
winter than they are in the late fall.
Then yesterday the honey dipper
arrived and one of us at last was able to finish the article he was reading
about the political class in his attempt to understand what it was our
rulers mean by the word "principle." Suffice to say the long thought
about "Outhouse With Magnificence," will now proceed at pace.