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[petitio]

This is how I get through the winter: Gisli picked up the ball . . . and pitched it between Thorgrim's shoulders, so that he fell forward; then Gisli spoke:'Ball on the broad shoulder
Banged. I feel no anguish'

From The Saga of Gisli, as translated by George Johnston.

Four days and twenty hours and four minutes until first pitch.