“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves,” the mouse continued, as the bear fell even deeper into her words. #61

“Tell me about despair,” she continued, “yours—“ tapping at his pudgy belly with her cane, her eyes twinkling merrily, “and I will tell you mine,” gesturing to her cane and her tiny tired legs. #62

“Meanwhile the world goes on,” the mouse continued. #63