I came out for exercise, gentle exercise, and to notice the
scenery and to botanise. And no sooner do I get on that accursed machine than
off I go hammer and tongs; I never look to right or left, never notice a
flower, never see a view — get hot, juicy, red — like a grilled chop. Get me on
that machine and I have to go. I go scorching along the road, and cursing aloud
at myself for doing it. - H.G. Wells
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