Chuck

Then, as I looked at it, it seemed to me again that, like the caterpillar I had seen last night, it saw me, and breaking out of the threads that surrounded it, crawled down the marble leg of the cupid and began swimming like a snake across the water of the fountain towards me.

Oh, my God.

It came with extraordinary speed.

The fact of a caterpillar being able to swim was new to me.

That's in parentheses, of course.

And in another moment was crawling up the marble lip of the basin.

Just then, Inglis joined us.

why if it isn't old cancer english census again he said catching the sight of the beast what a tearing hurry it is in we were standing side by side on the path and when the caterpillar had advanced to within about a yard of us it stopped and began waving again as if in doubt as to the direction in which it should go then it appeared to make up its mind

and crawled onto Inglis' shoe.

It likes me best, he said, but I don't really know that I like it.

And as it won't drown, I think perhaps... He shook it off his shoe, onto the gravel path, and trod on it.

Nice.

Man, this Inglis guy just stomps this thing.

Agreed.

No.

I mean, Chuck would say Siroccio.

Oh, yeah, those are great cars.

Sunrise, always a good sign.

Yeah.

All right, I'm bringing it home.