To be charmed by the world’s delight. I was raised to understand this to be a weakness. But I’ve since backslidden to the truth that mine is a boy’s heart. Now I have put away such mannish thoughts as loving the world too much. These days I talk to magpies and follow rabbit trails and stoop to pick up every penny I find. I used to act like this back when I was a boy, back when I listened to the warm and couldn’t for a minute take my eyes off the world’s lush curves.