I fell in once, enough for anyone, more than for those responsible on deck. There’s nothing on earth like an accident to put you in touch with time⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠—time then speaks in all but words, your mother tongue, it croons you are desired to be one with it no matter what it takes away.

The things I take away just add to you it says, your very corporate consultant. And: you always were going to get wet. By this it means that even if this France hadn’t had to pull me out all dripping I’d be involved with currents. Did you not in fact jump, it says. Did those who fled

with infants or without their guardians in small boats, odd phrase, from end to end the Channel not leap inside the dinghy? That’s how time rolls, obscenity given