The next morning: on with a coat and a down-at-heels pair of riding-boots, even though it was a warm summer day. A scarf to breathe through. * A minimal supply of clean shirts and drawers (if he was feeling well when he reached Epsom, he'd send for more). A rather small number of books – tiny student octavo volumes of the usual Continental savants, their margins and interlinear spaces now caulked with his notes. A letter he'd received from Wilkins, with an enclosure from one Robert Hooke, during a rare spate of mail last week. All went into a bag, the bag on the end of a staff, and the staff over his shoulder – made him look somewhat Vagabondish, but many people in the city had turned to robbery, as normal sources of employment had been shut down, and there were sound reasons to look impoverished and carry a big stick.