Nobody looked at her. Odo, who was Odo? Famous revolutionary, author of Community, The Analogy, etc etc. She, who was she? An old woman with grey hair and a red face sitting on a dirty doorstep in a slum, muttering to herself. True? Was that she? Certainly it was what anybody passing her saw. But was it she, herself, any more than the famous revolutionary, etc, was? No. It was not. But who was she, then? The one who loved Taviri.
