With a playful disposition, I, even at the writing desk at home, am
somewhere else, adrift, abiding, with eagerness, the coming of some faraway
friend of mine; but at the sound of the front door being slid open, my brows
pucker, the mouth turning awry. And yet, at the same time, a frisson of
anticipation flares up in the bosom. Then I gather up my half-written draft
and go answer him.