I started with a question involving human behavior and she tried to find an answer. Then I said “Google it”. I thought my question was profoundly interesting: Why do yellow-striped South American ducklings limit their horizons by minute attention to weevils and broken biscuits? She touched me and I recoiled. Our hardships in life had marked my shyness and her surprise as milky throbs of silent acceptance.
running the whole length of the horizon...