Senryu In the letter box this morning a handbill for the new French restaurant eaten by snails Geoff Page Speed of Gait Eternal life? I’m almost there now science has kindly stretched my fate— and in my skin as well if I accelerate my Speed of Gait. At forty-five, the white coats say, it’s no big deal to estimate the years or months that one has left purely from one’s Speed of Gait. No more the dawdle by the shore where one is wont to meditate, consoling ducks and coots when one should much increase one’s Speed of Gait. Meandering…