Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding,  but resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding,  he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading  still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope  it’s not too big bring on piles again. No, just right. So. Ah! Costive.  One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Life might be so. It did not move or  touch him, but it was something quick and neat. Print anything now. Silly  season. He read on, seated calm above his own rising smell.