He had been lavish with a stranger. He had left me a word, tossed me a key to a door I never knew was there, and had still to find. ‘All the pieces are put together, and the whole is yours …’ A word grows to a thought — a thought to an idea — an idea to an act. The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveller loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take.
