Iâ€™m trying to help bonnie get settled in a new office on the campus of a boarding schoolâ€”and sheâ€™s decided she wants a room on the ground floor of the freshman dorm, and sheâ€™s working with the facilities coordinator, a young woman not long in her job whoâ€™s doing her best to accommodate the tenured faculty memberâ€”and I feel obligated to speak up on behalf ofâ€¦ the students? tradition? inertia? in any case, I feel it would be wrong for her to go in there and displace freshman girls and make structural renovations to the internal architecture of the old buildingâ€”so Iâ€™m making argumentsâ€”and I know the dream really bothers me because Iâ€™m tossing and turning, going over the lines of argument half-consciously.
there are burrs in the catâ€™s fur, all through it, deep up against its tender belly skin, and Iâ€™m trying to work them out with my fingers, careful not to hurt it more.