A Neapolitan like hot day, barely enough breeze to stir the unclean air lingering o’er the steaming larva that gathers mockingly around. I arose early enough to slice down a few clumps untidy weed, before the oppressiveness drove me undercover just before noontime.
I find Vesuvian weather extremes quite palatable, blazing heat and bitterly biting winds do not disturb me from any objectives, for much like Ferrante I have the necessary degree of inherent madness to overcome any such petty vexations.
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