Digression

But don't worry, we've already named it an LBM digression because I'm constantly involved in digressions.

Uh, listen to the Jeff-

If you- I don't- Phil, I don't know if you have a boat, but you should name it Digression.

Yeah.

[laughs] For sure.

The authors we are unpacking today, they're working without a net.

Digression is a luxury they just cannot afford.

So the result isn't a sample or an appetizer.

It is a complete complex meal.

"We go on so many paths."

Weird, weird digressions.

That's, we should just call the podcast Digressions.

Um, s- so, uh, and Donna's real excited.

She does her thing.

All I can say is, we were fast asleep very shortly after the lights were extinguished, and I can only just remember receiving a negative reply to my question, Is your hand any worse, John, when all became a blank.

End of chapter 2 Chapter 3 of Notes on the Broads and Rivers of Norfolk and Suffolk by Harry Britton This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Digression and otherwise Don't forget, George, he must know the entrance to Southwold Harbour thoroughly.

An affirmative wave of the hand and a shout of All right was the only reply my last reminder received as the jolly became lost in the maze of yachts, and we turned down the pier with our bathing impedimenta slung across our shoulders.

This ambiguous dialogue requires explanation, and as we walked towards Pakefield to the bathing place, I may as well say we proposed sailing to Southwold, and as George did not know the coast so far, we decided on engaging a man who would be able to pilot us.