In all such enterprises the name is the first difficulty. There is the name which has a meaning and the name which has none 鈥?of which two the name that has none is certainly the better, as it never belies itself. The Liberal may cease to be liberal, or The Fortnightly, alas! to come out once a fortnight. But The Cornhill and The Argosy are under any set of circumstances as well adapted to these names as under any other. Then there is the proprietary name, or, possibly, the editorial name, which is only amiss because the publication may change hands. Blackwood鈥檚 has, indeed, always remained Blackwood鈥檚, and Fraser鈥檚, though it has been bought and sold, still does not sound amiss. Mr. Virtue, fearing the too attractive qualities of his own name, wished the magazine to be called Anthony Trollope鈥檚. But to this I objected eagerly. There were then about the town 鈥?still are about the town 鈥?two or three literary gentlemen, by whom to have had myself editored would have driven me an exile from my country. After much discussion, we settled on St. Paul鈥檚 as the name for our bantling 鈥?not as being in any way new, but as enabling it to fall easily into the ranks with many others. If we were to make ourselves in any way peculiar, it was not by our name that we were desirous of doing so. Damn. He caught me just as I was trying to slink away from the madness of the street party andlimp off to the hotel to collapse. I鈥檇 already heard Barefoot Ted鈥檚 entire postrace commentary,including his observation that human urine is both nutrient-rich and an effective tooth whitener,and I couldn鈥檛 imagine anything he could possibly say that would be more compelling than a deepsleep in a soft bed. But it wasn鈥檛 Ted telling stories this time. It was Caballo. 欧美成人网站_欧美 在线 成 人 Chapter 14 On Criticism [Pg 260] And, no big surprise, Ann鈥檚 ultramarathon debut started miserably. The thermometer was hittingsauna levels, and she was too raw a rookie to realize that maybe carrying a water bottle on a 108degreeday might be a smart idea. She knew zip about pacing (was this thing going to take herseven hours? Ten? Thirteen?) and even less about trail-race tactics (those guys who walked uphilland flew past her on the descents were really starting to piss her off. Run like a man, goddammit!).