How quickly a personality can enter and spread through one’s field of thought. And from such slight cause. When the boy had first appeared, Fishface had welcomed him as a matter of course. Daring neither to expect dependability nor anticipate its opposite. Cautious with his involvement yet none the less involved. So it had been as we have seen that quickly his thought of the boy had come to take its place within his field of thought. Seeing this he remarked how easily it could seem what came his way to be the steady indication of development. Especially so as with this boy such developments came often as some complete surprise, indicative of his ignorance more than of what knowledge as it was he did possess. And of this foreknowledge being no more than speculative reflection of his hopes and fears. Fears of less, hopes of more. Strange that, for someone so passive in the business of acquisition. That he would keep the boy, the mood seized him to call him by his name, no he would hate to find that he had forced and he had tied his little Angelo to his less than perfect life. So it had been, as we have seen, that he established the notion of freedom. Say respect for all indication of development. This notion thus deriving, at least in part, out of dissatisfaction. But where could all this lead, and to what end, or say not end, purpose then. What lesson lay behind his life to him perhaps, no, no perhaps, to him most closest to himself. Dead dead and ended, at this moment his arms went limp upon the cross.