August 7 + 

On a bus the other day a woman with a baby sat opposite, the baby bawled, and the woman at once began to unlace herself, exposing a large, red udder, which she swung into the baby’s face. The infant, however, continued to cry and the woman said⁠— + 

“Come on, there’s a good boy⁠—if you don’t, I shall give it to the gentleman opposite.” + 

Do I look ill-nourished? + 

“Arma virumque cano,” a beggar said to me this morning in the High Street, “or as the boy said, ‘Arms and the man with a dog,’ mistaking the verb for the noun. Oh! yes, sir, I remember my Latin. Of course, I feel it’s rather invidious my coming to you like this, but everything is absolutely non est with me,” and so on. + 

“My dear sir,” I answered expansively, “I am as poor as you are. You at least have seen better days you say⁠—but I never have.” + 

He changed in a minute his cringing manner and rejoined: + 

“No, I shouldn’t think you had,” eyeing me critically and slinking off. + 

Am I so shabby? + 