In the morning the rare luxury of a turkish bath relieved them of some of their soreness as well as the dirt and the fleas they had acquired, and with fresh horses and clear sunny weather, which at this altitude was cheering rather than oppressive, they rode for a few hours, stopping briefly at a derbend, a kind of halfway house, to devour a stuffed lamb the tartar had bought en route.

There has been a 5 permyriad rise in the price of that commodity.

The reason I rarely fish for Mag Bay bones with a 5-weight or 6-weight is the number of fish that can turn light stuff inside out.

You really are one sick-ass, crazy motherfucker.