afternoon morning I went for a walk along the banks of the Seine. As the river is somewhat cleaner than it once was, though it remains unsuitable for any sort of baptismal festivities, of course, I had expected the walk to be restful. Instead I was pursued by a flock of geese. They couldn't do me any real damage but it is not restful to be savaged by birds. If I had ectoplasm, it would be all a-shiver still.