An open pander to the southern hemisphere

Having only yesterday celebrated

the seersucker season, I mean to

inflict no more than routine dis-

orientation upon the friends of

this page, in snapping up a wor-

sted for our friends across the

Equator. I did avoid saying, be-

neath, but only because I was on

my mark at the moment. I'm sure,

I've lapsed into that hierarchic-

al frame of reference for which

we would like to deny credit to

discredited imperialisms, espec-

ially inasmuch as we accept Sr

Magellan's hypothesis, that in

a round-ish sort of globe, we

know no up, no down. We care-

fully do not express astonish-

ment, that Australians don't

fall off.

But I have to share with you,

the dismaying failure of this

publication to engage, in any

constant way, the subordinate

hemisphere. You can't possibly

know, my delight to find Peru,

lighting up on my blogger map;

I've already remarked, on south

east Asia. Only the other day,

India reported a sighting, and

I supposed Terestchenko was on

some romantic shoot behind our

backs, or an engineer from Ham-

burg had been called to consult

with Jaguar's new proprietors.

Now, silent, India reverts to

form, and Peru is sealed away.

So I present this stalwart im-

pression of counter-seasonal

attire, in sympathy for the

cooling sector of our orb, in

hope that no one minds if we

have warmth. One can't be too

careful.

Kevin Flamme