Troglodytes troglodytes
15.12.10
COLOURS, NONE
Promptly I arrived at the hour of consultation. I was wearing a stiff white shirt with the collar buttoned down. This conferred the suggestion of a sculptural napkin on my person. The one in my rags. The buttoning had also the advantage of disinteresting the wind, which might otherwise flap the collar. This fiddling is unneccessary. There was no wind. But he set my heart aflutter. That was only natural.
