From the Book - 1st American ed.
Waking to the sound of a spinet
Because it was him, because it was me
To jump or duck at the bang of an arquebus
To philosophize is to learn to die
When I am playing with my cat, how do I know she is not playing with me?
To rub and polish our brains with others
The touch of a familiar hand
A dog, a horse, a book , a glass
