I was en route to a meeting, rehearsing the
statements I had prepared, when I noticed B laying in an awkward
position on the shoulder of the road. At first he looked to be asleep,
but his eyes were open; they appeared to fix on me as I approached him,
but rather like the eyes of a face on a poster, and for a moment I
thought he was dead. It might have been appropriate to stop and help
him, but I was already running behind schedule, and if I took on
responsibility for B without public support I would have to bring him to
the meeting with me, which would not look good at all. And where then?
Paired with another I would forget the next destination Id had in
mind, and would have to defer to B to lead me through his own degrading
orbit, not being able to break free of him until finally we returned to
where we began.