A friend shares a Pyrenean hamlet with a couple of keen boarhunters, who keep their hounds savage by not feeding them very much. On Saturday she took pity on a puppy and gave it something to eat. When we spoke this morning her voice was almost drowned out by some 30 ravenous beasts howling outside…
… on Argentine streets, here. Brings to mind the guy who used to carry photos of someone else’s family around in his wallet because he didn’t want to die with a nurse laughing at parents as ugly as his.