Love Is The Pursuit Of Shadows.

I Could End This With A Moral, As If This Were A Fable About Animals, Though No Fables Are Really About Animals.

I Grew Up Amongst Biologists.

The Facts Of This World Seen Clearly Are Seen Through Tears.

I Suppose It's Everyone's Fate To Be Reduced To Quaintness By Those Younger Than Themselves.

Things Might Have Been Different If She Hadn't Been Able To Drift; If She'd Had To Concentrate On Her Next Meal, Instead Of Dwelling On All The Injuries She Felt We'd Done Her. An Unearned Income Encourages Self-pity In Those Already Prone To It.