Adventures do occur…but not punctually.*
He was young again and his place was the open road and the seashore and the uncharted world. He was Lochiel, with a price on his head and no home but the heather…He was Montrose in his lonely loyalty. He was Roland in the red twilight of Roncesvalles. (John Buchan, Castle Gay)
He is my James. Happy (belated) Birthday!! And may you enjoy many Buchan-inspired adventures!
*E. M. Forster, A Passage to India