It is hotter and hotter by the day. Actually, it is getting so hot that I am contemplating a hunger strike. This is my term for a fast, of course. At any rate, I am eating ever less as the current heatwave gathers momentum. Today, I have eaten a banana for breakfast and another banana for lunch. In the meanwhile, I have been drinking chamomile tea and pineapple juice. The way I feel at the moment, I can easily skip the dinner. A proper fast thus strikes me as ever more compelling, and the heat only helps me along in my enthusiasm. The heat is no less than impressive, I must say. Every now and then, it riles me up. Whence my hunger strike, it goes without saying. For the rising heat cannot but entice strange emotions, including those of challenge and valor. Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? The end of the heatwave is nowhere in sight, anyway. And I would feel outright heroic after a day without a bite, I am quite sure. Ah, what a wonderful prospect! Turning the heat against itself, as it were.