Subject: wind in your face
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Fri Apr 07 2000 - 15:34:08 EDT
Following the example of my compatriots (Sir Ed
was a SORT of Brit, after all, & his doughty little coloured
friend an unquestioned, if honorary, English gentleman)
I'd decided to maintain an uncharacteristic radio silence
until I'd planted the first flag - the Union flag, remember,
not Old Glory - on the summit; before sauntering back
to tell you sad wimps all about it.
However. Since you ask.
Yes, the going is steady & grows more exhilarating
with every passing thousand feet. What also becomes
clearer to me is how it's done. There's really no mystery.
It only takes a certain genius, self-confidence & time.
Given a reasonable allotment of the last, I should have
no great difficulty.
I'd never heard the story of Count Leo's Greek studies.
But by an intriguing coincidence the last book I bought
in our local Waterstone's - about ten days ago - was
Peter Jones's jolly, jape-filled primer: 'Learn Ancient Greek.'
Great minds ....
Scottie B.
-
* Unsubscribing? Mail majordomo@roughdraft.org with the message
* UNSUBSCRIBE BANANAFISH
This archive was generated by hypermail 2b25 : Mon May 01 2000 - 06:20:13 EDT