I spent a lot of Sunday reading Arthur
Ransome’s “Swallows and Amazons”. It’s not a complicated story but it’s a bit
tedious because it goes into a lot of detail about sailing, and no real
adventure occurs for the first hundred pages. It’s very realistic, except for
the idea that four siblings would get along so well together.
In
the evening I rode north under a speckled sky. The speckles headed west, so
once I was also riding in that direction the clouds didn’t look speckled. I
finished exploring the area south and west of Bayview and Moore. Returning
westward along Moore, the sky was scattered with pink and gold fire. By the
time I was back on St Clair though the fire had extinguished and all that were
left after sunset were ashes coloured clouds. It was almost dark as I rode west
on Queen, with just some patches of dark cloud against the deep blue of the
horizon.
I
watched the Roscoe Arbuckle film, “The Butcher Boy”, which co-starred Buster
Keaton in what was apparently his film debut. It was certainly not his
performance debut though, since he’d been in Vaudeville with his parents since
he was a child. The film again consisted of a collection of situations, some of
which were centred around Arbuckle’s job in a store. One involved Buster Keaton
coming in with a bucket to buy molasses. He dropped a coin in the bucket and
handed it to Arbuckle. Arbuckle filled the bucket and then asked for the money,
but of course the money was in the bucket. Keaton, while waiting for his
molasses, was in another part of the store watching some old men play checkers,
but he had left his hat on the counter. Arbuckle, needing a place to pour the
molasses in order to get the coin, dumps it into Keaton’s hat, retrieves the
coin and then pours the molasses back into the bucket. Of course the slapstick
begins when Buster puts the now sticky hat on his head.
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