Chapter 13: Saturday the Tenth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​⁠We've had a cold spell, with heavy frosts at night, but the days are still glorious. The overcast days are so few in the West that I've been wondering if the optimism of the Westerners isn't really due to the sunshine they get. Who could be gloomy under such golden skies? Every pore of my body has a throat and is shouting out a Tarentella Sincera of its own! But it isn't the weather that has keyed