Diego puts his nose close to my mouth, to sniff intently the bonita-kelp flakes. He's just about kissing me - I am so pleased at his apparent attention - but he's really just interested in the smell - not me.
"Once upon a time all the world spoke a single language and used few words." 11-1 Genesis - one of the few truths I've come upon, in my first private reading of the book. Granted I've just started, but so far, it seems mostly entirely wrong-headed - and I do not speak ill-informed.
This week's rite was chosen by Stefan.
