Sunday, February 27, 2011

hubris

I knew Doris Day before she was a virgin.
Groucho Marx (attrib.)
I skied for a whole week's worth of lessons without falling over once which means - if I understand my catechism correctly - that I was on the brink of getting my winter sports cherry back; all previous transgressions being annulled by an indulgence granted in such such circs.
Then on the very last run of the holiday, as I was following the bomber down the mildest of blue runs, I tumbled head over heels and even managed to aggravate (though it is OK now) the old shoulder injury that took me straight from Heathrow to a hospital A&E department the last time I cam back from skiing in Bulgaria.

Prodnose: Thank you very much for that Thomas Aquinas.

Myself: If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port forever.
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