Swimming in the sea will have to wait till later, but nevertheless I've decided to embark on a fitness routine. In this twentieth century, it seems, fitness marks a gentleman, and only paupers sit idle. To not partake is not by choice, but indicates rather a lack of means or lack of personal leisure. In former times, physical toil was the realm of the manservant, while in present times it's the lower class that refrains. Societal norms, just like the pupils in a cat's eyes, change over time in respose to circumstances. My pupils, though, merely shrink and expand, while human values get turned on their heads. It's not a bad thing that they're turned on their heads. There are two sides to every coin and two ends to every string. The flipping of objects from black to white is testament to human versatility. Reverse the characters for "mind" and you get "idea." A charming trick. The scenery of Amanohashidate, they say, is wholly different when viewed bent down looking back through one's legs. The Shakespeare of remote antiquity holds little allure. Until the occasional reader looks back through his legs at Hamlet and declares it a god-awful work, the literary world is mired in place. It's no surprise then when the same lot who disparaged physical activity now eagerly partake, and even the ladies stroll the lane with rackets in hand. So refrain, if you will, from scoffing at the notion of a cat taking exercise. You may harbor doubts, granted, as to what sort of exercise a cat might perform. Allow me to explain. Sadly, as you know, I'm ill-equipped to handle implements. I can't swing a bat or throw a ball. Further, I've no money with which to buy such things. For these two reasons, the exercise I've chosen is free-form, requiring neither implement nor expenditure. In such case, stalking the neighborhood, or racing by with a cut of tuna in my chops, perhaps comes to mind. Where's the interest, however, in merely traversing the landscape, pitting the mechanics of one's four legs against gravity? And to do as the master does on occasion, going through the motions only rotely, is to violate the sancitity of exercise.