Some fathers hate to read but love to take the
family on trips. Some
children hate trips but
love to read. Funny how often these find
them-
selves passengers in the same automobile. I
glimpsed the stupendous
clear-cut shoulders
of the Rockies from between paragraphs of
Madame
Bovary. Cloud shadows roved languidly
across her huge rock throat,
traced her fir
flanks. Since those days, I do not look at hair
on female
flesh without thinking, Deciduous?