I stood for a moment struck by the grotesque effect of his soaring figure—his dirty cricket cap, and spiky hair, his little round body, his arms and his knickerbockered legs tucked up tightly—against the weird spaciousness of the lunar scene.
Unexercised joints get stiffer, but the wrong sort of exercise can strain the joints, damaging them further.
Maybe they were toolies!
‘Them bloody chaps 'ave a cushy job,’ said little Martlow with resentful envy. ‘Just fly over the line, take a peek at ol' Fritz, and as soon as a bit o' shrapnel comes their way, fuck off 'ome jildy, toot suite.’
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