Sunday, February 8, 2015


I went swimming in the ocean. I swam right down to the bottom of the ocean and sat on the floor. There was such a nice sense of solitude, and all those pretty million year old fish with the bulbous lights dangling off their heads gave the place a dreamy atmosphere. It occurred to me that I should have been killed by the pressure and the bends and all that business, but thankfully I've never really looked into that whole affair, so it didn't apply. I pulled an apple from my jodhpurs and ate it slowly, carving off one piece at a time with a pocket knife I had in the band of my hat. What a pleasant spot this was.

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