On the train.

 

 

Opposite, a man older than me, if you can imagine such a being, such a Struldbrug, manspreading around me to the extent that I must keep my knees together like the best sort of virgin aunt. He is now asleep as befits the elderly. I hope he gets off soon, or better still misses his stop. I can bear further discomfort if he is discomfited in turn.

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