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Wheels of Chance, a Bicycling Idyll by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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"Eigh?" said Mr. Hoopdriver, looking round suddenly with a piece
of cheese in his cheek.

The man in drab faced him. "I called myself a Damned Fool, sir.
Have you any objections?"

"Oh!--None. None," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "I thought you spoke to
me. I didn't hear what you said."

"To have a contemplative disposition and an energetic
temperament, sir, is hell. Hell, I tell you. A contemplative
disposition and a phlegmatic temperament, all very well. But
energy and philosophy--!"

Mr. Hoopdriver looked as intelligent as he could, but said
nothing.

"There's no hurry, sir, none whatever. I came out for exercise,
gentle exercise, and to notice the scenery and to botanise. And
no sooner do I get on the accursed machine, than off I go hammer
and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a flower,
never see a view, get hot, juicy, red,--like a grilled chop. Here
I am, sir. Come from Guildford in something under the hour. WHY,
sir?"

Mr. Hoopdriver shook his head.

"Because I'm a damned fool, sir. Because I've reservoirs and
reservoirs of muscular energy, and one or other of them is always
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