"A little soft around the edges, rather," he said, watching the chops without a hint of irony. "The stuff they eat, and spending some twelve hours a day at a desk, maybe walking out in the field twice in a good week ... It's a shame, really. All that hard work, and then getting stuck in a chair." Not that there weren't feral ones. Ron was pretty well convinced that half the people he dealt with on a daily basis were certifiably insane in any case.