A Supplement

This is an afterthought to my post on tragedy just to say that I am going off to Canada to my granddaughter's wedding and will not be back until next Wednesday night, the24th, I believe, and Thursday morning, the 25th, I shall rise at the crack of dawn to go to my dermatologist's office to have a melanoma excised from the flesh of my back.  It is comforting to know that nothing I could have done with covering my body or wearing gobs of sunscreen would have prevented the growth of this one, since it is more or less at my belt line, on my back, a portion of my flesh I would certainly not flaunt in public, ever conscious, narcissist that I am, of how far astray I have grown from the lean elegant bodies of the glorious youths one sees about, casually stripped to the waist.  O Postume, Postume, where is Horace when I need a tragic line about that situation?