Later I realized that I was ready to finish the poor animal off. I was appalled at myself. Instead, we took the kitten to the doctor. The doctor did what he could, manipulating the animal’s spine. It seems like the kitten will live. This little episode suddenly showed me with astonishing clarity that with time I will probably not be able to write adequately about what I felt and saw. One cannot be a detached observer here: objectivity is latent, subjectivity distorted.
