With thermometers hovering around forty degrees, it’s hard to decide to write, or study, or anything else instead of sending ardent supplications to God to burn it all down and end this world once and for all. Spring, spring… oh, you hateful thing! And even if one seeks inspiration to overcome the agonizing thermal sensation, it does not come, because one must first take another shower, drink more and more water, rest in the hope that the body will cool down and then it will be possible to think again. Perhaps that is why it has been said many times that, in order to flourish, the intellectual should settle in a temperate climate. The tropical is his enemy, as it accentuates his sensations and pushes him to… Flourish, God, flourish! Get out of these lines, intrusive verb…