"I'm just going outside, and I may be some time"

There are things a man must do by himself, in order to know that he is a man. And one of those things, I fear, is the annual Canadian tradition of hitching up the trousers, squaring the jaw, and stepping out into the storm.

Frigus expellas rutila, tamen usque recurret

In Which Pyat Stands Under an Atomic Sky!

I shovelled THREE walks, because I am just that Kind of a Guy.


"He came, he shovelled, and he disappeared into the night. Like Maxwell's Demon he was, driving the cold away, a bit at a time..."