They'd spent so much of their trip surrounded by wolves who looked at her and saw other that she'd forgotten that the smallminded bastards in the human world had their own jackassy prejudices.

It is here that Scratch has found hirself, bored out of hir mind but unable to sleep.

Silence: low, clear, and sweet, begins a negro spiritual climbingly which wanders (groping) openingly radiates hope faith, love (hushing the song rebuilds) luminously (searching brightly) seeking (gloriously finding peace, trust, joy) deeply (again softly enters) whispering grows (mounting purely) sweetly (passionately ascending firmly) marching (seriously) toward a truly (toward a shining alive) only toward some unimagined Self—stopped suddenly voices do not sing—light

And what experience can this boy get, if he doesn't concertise?