I got to work and received quite the surprise when I was handed a letter…
Indeed, I read Robert’s letter. I decided not to respond. According to the front of the envelope, he lives in Philadelphia and so he must be expecting a letter from Chicago to arrive in Philadelphia at some point soon.
I will see to it that this expectation is met with disappointment. Why?
It seems to me that my satisfying a curiosity nullifies a much greater satisfaction, which is the retaining of the curiosity itself. It’s often said that the most distinctive mark of a child is his curiosity. A curiosity known to be exhausted gradually throughout an upbringing. And rapidly throughout adulthood. So why would I take part in resolving that rare state of wonder? I rather not. And I put the letter away.