Midsummer in the city of the power of evil. Had hoped to have left here long before now, and the stoppage time, as it were, feels a bit perilous. A certain type of person is filled with passionate intensity at times like these. Neither a good nor a safe place for the son of man.
Gently down the stream, which is to say, as if there were a stream, and the times were noble enough to permit gentility.
Live nobly. Onward.