He was late, early, on time. He was late, very late, he must rush, he arrived on time. Late, very very late: he must employ an ungenteel haste to arrive on time. He was so often early, so improbably punctual, it indicated, as Larry Summers once quipped, improper time management. Punctuality was the virtue of the bored, had quipped Oscar Wilde. (He was bored. I’m bored, she had said, he had mouthed. He was bored.)
The shadow of him goes again, through Bush, Obama, Frost, sun, slush, the year 12 A.D, huge dinosaur ammonites and ferns that are not present, thinking Solar Panels and The Mild Wind might be a good name for a band. Thinking ooloo in Amheric means “everything”, while Omoo is the 19th century American novel. Ducking from the hailing, running from the lightning, bending beneath cold hard rain, dressed appropriately and not in the deep sudden snow. 5 days a week and 52 weeks and three miles times 2 times very many years equals feet that could yield headaches.
Many years in tennis shoes, running shoes, boat shoes, hiking boots, snow boots, dress attire, work shoes, sandals; in single, double and triple socks; inserts of various models and makes; with theories as to which type sock goes with which type shoe and with what type of insert and for just how long; WHY (of the many good reasons to do this, she knows not for which one he does this.) WHY (He believes there might even be a bad reason she does this.) (I suspect it may be for a bad reason he does this.) She ought to make better use of her time, it is thought, in 2800 AD.
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