That Ivory-Coloured Beast

Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers

I was very tired. A day off with no obligations, and so I silenced my alarm and napped, luxurious with idle time. I felt, lying there in my cozy wool-blanketed nest, a connection to the nomads of old. Protestants in covered wagons, Mongol herders in their yurts, the nations of the great plains snug in buffalo-hide teepees and tents. The rain pounded dow…