It was the middle of the week when the Marui Pipeline Masters should have been on and wasn’t that I ran into Pottz in D'Amicos. The north wind was still blowing, Randy Rarick was still biting his nails, and surfers patrolled the Kam Highway , boards poking out of jeeps, strapped to cars, balanced on bicycles, searching in vain for rideable waves.
This fellowship does not of course embrace Rome ; in Pilgrim’s Progress, Christian encounters Giant Pope, old and biting his nails because he can not get at the pilgrims, and mumbling to them.
His mother had been singing with a company playing in a northern seaside town and he had lain on his bed in the boarding house, biting his nails, sunk under a terrible inertia.