This morning I was reading a lovely article about the psychology of nationalism at a cafe near my college. I was sitting by the window, and it looked out on to a little green lawn in the middle of the market. When I looked down, I saw something rather curious. A man had, it seemed, taken the watering hose to a sheltered little corner of the park and was sitting on a bench bathing himself. Luckily, he had concealed himself from indecency. I found I was struck with a strange mix of finding this a very odd activity, and also a rather rational activity. I suppose it makes a little sense that where there is running water and a sheltered area, you may as well take a bath.
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