THAT THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE - WHAT A CLICHÉ - THE SAME AGAIN IS WHAT WE LEARN ONLY BY EVENT WHEN A HUSBAND DIES OUT ON US AND IS NOT THERE TO SHARE THE PERIPHERY OF A REMEMBERED SCENT, OR LEAVE HIS THUMBPRINT ON A SHARED IDEAL. YET IT IS NOT AT A FLOODLIT MOMENT I MISS YOU MOST NOT INTERVOLUTION OF WIND RINSED PLUMAGE OF AN OAT FIELD, NOR CURRAGH DANCING OFF A PRIMEVAL COAST, NOR THE FULL STIRRINGS OF PASSION. IT IS IN KILLING TIME,WHERE YOU WOULD HAVE LIVENED IT, SUCH AS DROP BY DROP OF GAMES LIKE DARTS AND CHESS TURNING THE TAP ON FULL AT A THREAT TO THE QUEEN OR DOUBLE TOP.