time passes. got a job teaching a kid maths today which is quite nice as it gives me something to do for a week or two when i am at a loose end. i think i need to try and read "tom jones" with more gusto as i shall probably never bother to start it again, but i am reading something else for now which is superior as it uses less adjectives. i wonder if, had i not been to tromso or had i missed some other formative experience, i might find such saparsity tiresome rather than refreshing.