It comes down to this:

Either you submit to fulfilling your dark, lower, base desires.

Or you get high -(er).

When
I was a child, my Aunt Jean used to admonish me to stay out of the
grilling summer sun by saying: “Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out
into the noon day sun.”

It was either “go out” or “sit out” or “stay out”.  Pick one.

Here I am just after a 5-mile 90 degree run today:

I’ve finally come to realize, after all, that I’m not an Englishman.

(Yes, I'm blogging from Dreamland again.)