When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.
Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.
Love is our human miracle.
Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.
For after all we make our faces as we go along.
It is curious how any making of order makes one feel mentally ordered, ordered inside.