The noncoincidence of time, an expression of temporalizing differentiality, draws us into an unsurmisable, incalculable relationship with the world that, quite mysteriously, maintains a fine line of continuity.

Someone broke in and stole his radio.

If one of her chickens got the snuffles one day, rubbing asafetida in butter on their nostrils would set them straight.

Once you saw the face of a god in those jumbled blacks and whites, it was everybody out of the pool—you could never unsee it.