So the curse of August claims two more victims, one great and one rather smaller.
Holidays are the very devil.
His head is bent in contrition. While 118 perished beneath the Barents sea, he was sunning himself by the Black sea. For five drifting days, he stayed away. By the rules of the holiday game, he hung the noose of public opinion around his own neck. Or consider the infinitely more trivial travail of Hague.