Tour reading #2

Oh Cadel, did you go too soon? My lament is that you did, and with that I turned to some Tour reading; #2 - Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte or Ellis Bell, the pseudonym it was published under in 1847.

This passage by the guest Mr. Lockwood directed at the servent Joseph:

'"Sir," I exclaimed, 'sitting here within these four walls, at one stretch, I have endured and forgiven the four hundred and ninety heads of your discourse. Seventy times seven times have you preposterously forced me to resume my seat. The four hundred and ninety first is too much. Fellow martyrs, have at him! Drag him down and crush him to atoms, that the place which knows him may know him no more!'

Tour reading #1

I do love The Tour de France, and I try and watch as much as possible. The thing is I get a little bored when there is not too much happening. So I read. An exert, and maybe a prediction of things to come, from something that has been on my bed side table:

'He (maybe Wiggins, but Godfrey for the purists) can have few illusions. he had been offered a glorious title, so glorious that he had not even dared to accept it, and yet the very men who had elected him were already disputing the rights bestowed on him ....'     Zoé Oldenbourg; The Crusades

NB: the flash race car is the closest thing Henry has to a bike