like the forms of the shadows which traverse dreams

"What movie was it," she teases, taking his hand. "Hello to you too. And, something about geese," she said; she hadn't paid attention. "I think. Or ducks. It wasn't about birds, though. About a game, on ice."

She shrugs. "If they're going to teach us nothing, they ought to just let us out, don't you think? So much nicer things we could be doing."