Wilson and Bowers went up to the Ramp as usual and found it blowing force 6 or 7 with minus 24 temperature; they got frostbitten. Everyone thought this highly amusing. Such is the misfortune of others in this regard held by our company -- serves you right! they seem to say. Well, Wilson shouldn't go out without headgear on, he knows better. Yet he does it all the time I think it's part of his mortification of the flesh business. He used to do that sort of thing at Cambridge - hair shirt and all that, going without food. He's a pious chap, is Wilson. Don't get it, myself.
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