Stage four. Another fine day for the sprinters.
Mondorf-les-Bains is a spa town, with richly mineralised waters.
I feel energised this morning, says Vello.
Did you go to the spa? asks David.
No, says Vello. Just thinking about it is sufficient.
I agree, says Jacobi.
No need to turn it into a philosophical argument, says David.
It was an observation, says Jacobi.
Sweezus rides past, closely followed by Arthur.
They both look determined.
Gaius is not far behind.
He slows when he catches up to Vello.
The lads look determined today, says Vello.
They can thank me for that, says Gaius. Yesterday they were flagging, until I suggested they remember Bruce Lee.
Bruce Lee? asks Jacobi.
Ha ha! laughs Vello. Philistine! You don't know Bruce Lee!
Film star, says David. Martial arts Kung Fu master, and philosopher.
What was his take on things? asks Jacobi.
Be water, says Gaius.
Be like water, surely, says Jacobi. One can't BE water.
You are missing the point, says Gaius. Nothing is weaker than water but when it attacks something hard or resistant, nothing withstands it.
It remains water, says Jacobi.
Exactly, says Gaius.
I meant that negatively, says Jacobi.
Mean it however you like, says Gaius. Now I must leave you to catch up to my speeding companions.
That was ambiguous, says Vello. Should we speed up too?
They begin to debate that.
......
Terence is standing in between Grimaldi and Pickelherring.
He can't decide which clown he hates most.
They have stupid suitcases that get smaller and smaller.
The fifth one is too small for Tiny Sacrifice to fit into. But he wasn't in any of the others.
Open that one, says Terence. Maybe he's dead.
Schrodinger's baby snake, says Grimaldi. Is he dead, or isn't he?
Or is he both! cries Pickelherring. Like ME!
He lies down on the race track.
Get up, get up! cries Grimaldi. I'll open the suitcase.
He opens the fifth suitcase.
Inside is a pair of red braces.
My trick braces! cries Grimaldi. I thought I'd lost them!
Pickelherring jumps up and grabs the trick braces.
He ties them round his head, like a prize fighter, and dances about, punching the air.
Get them off! shouts Grimaldi.
Terence is in despair.
It's not funny.
But at least this is taking our attention from alternative happenings.
Not far out from the finish in Vittel, Arnaud Démare is winning. Peter Sagan is battling with Mark Cavendish, and Alex Kristoff for second place. They are very near the barrier. Mark Cavendish has nowhere to go. Peter Sagan's elbow .....
It doesn't look good.
Later, Peter Sagan's elbow is disqualified, along with Peter Sagan.
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