If the size of eyes is indicative of the size of souls as maybe Paracelsus says—someone says it—why isn’t there more praise of cows? She likes to lean her head against my neck. I have never wished she could speak, because we understand each other. I mention another thing about cows. They don’t cry. They mourn, they make lowing noises, and if they have an infection, then their eyes will water and pus—but they don’t put on a show of their emotions, but instead keep them to themselves, to whom they belong.
