Wimsey stooped for an

Wimsey stooped for an empty sardine-tin which lay, horribly battered, at his feet, and slung it idly into the quag. It struck the surface with a noice like a wet kiss, and vanished instantly. With that instinct which prompts one, when depressed, to wallow in every circumstance of gloom, Peter leaned sadly against the hurdles … Read more

Hurdlers are sprinters with

Hurdlers are sprinters with a problem. They’re not satisfied just to sprint. Anybody can sprint, some not as well as others of course, but anybody can sprint. Not everybody can run hurdles. There’s an extra dimension involved. Hurdlers would make a good subject for a thesis in psychology – they are of apersuasion that just … Read more