I don’t know how other people live their lives but the other afternoon at tequila hour I rambled on into territory that my wife had never visited because she never thinks of going mad that way. It was kind of fascinating to see her lift the trap door, sort through this and that—which she grasped quite well enough—and have the visceral reaction that she did. “Who thinks that way?” she asked.
“Well, I do, all the time.”
“But I was just trying to—”
“I don’t think it’s productive to go any further down this road.”
“Just do it!”