I am still grappling with that story. It's as elusive as ever. At times I wake up thinking I have floored it only to realise that it has slipped away from my grasp. Today, I was again triumphant at flooring him. But, as usual I am alone in this A4 ring panting from all the exertion.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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