To return a favor of an old friend, I became his shepherdress and have been herding sheep for the past two months. I named one quiet beautiful lamb Tyger. I pay a lot of attention to Tyger because he is different from the rest. I like how gentle Tyger smells, even if I bury my nose in him.
Mike did not write any more emails to me, but I still think about him sporadically these days. I refrained from asking him more questions because I knew he probably could not give me any more exact answers.
I believe that both Roy and Mike have dived down at their own perils.
I will move to NYC in July, but next week I will visit NYC first.
The Reveries of the Solitary Walker by Jean-Jacques Rousseau.
"On this island there is only a single house, but a large, pleasant, and comfortable one which, like the island, belongs to Bern Hospital and in which a tax collector lives with his family and servants. He maintains a large farmyard, a pigeon house, and fishponds. Despite its smallness, the island is so varied in its terrain and vistas that it offers all kinds of landscapes and permits all kinds of cultivation. You can find fields, vineyards, woods, orchards, and rich pastures shaded by thickets and bordered by every species of shrubbery, whose freshness is preserved by the adjacent water. A high terrace planted with two rows of trees runs the length of the island, and in the middle of this terrace a pretty reception hall has been built where the inhabitants of the neighboring banks gather and come to dance on Sundays during harvests" (63).
