On gloves
From Gnomon Chronicles
I resent gloves.
It's like my fingers have been stuffed into solitary confinement cells.
Don't talk to me about mittens, either. That's worse, in its steamy woolen Black-Hole-of-Calcutta way.
I'm a Minnesota boy: I carry gloves in the winter. But it's a bitter cold day when you catch me wearing them.
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