I couldn’t get the students interested in the Cattle of the Sun—or, at least, couldn’t get them interested in what had interested me, in what I had once learned. (Think, Jenny had said thirty years earlier. They belong to the sun, they cannot die. There are three hundred and fifty of them, which is very nearly the number of—what? And then I said, Days of the year? I was confused, and she smiled. It’s about time.)
