Love in a Pottage.

Wildly speaking, the scientific technique of getting fit is to cut out all the things you like, and do all the things you don't like. Fitness entails a stoical indifference to the flesh pots, the hop-pots, and all other pots of promise.

When you examine the subject it is amazing how much of our pleasure reposes in pots. This may explain the general pottiness of progress. Love in a pottage is all very well, but it doesn't build bonny biceps. But you can't have it on the swigs and the boundabouts too.

To be fit you have to become a martyr to fitness. Keeping fit is as exhausting as keeping good. For instance, fit men always sing before breakfast. That, in itself, should be a warning. A man who does this has to be fit to survive public opinion. I knew of one who lived in a boarding house. He is a broken man to-day. Even his constitution weakened under the strain of being thrown downstairs five mornings out of the seven.