Deer Lodge, Montana shuddered, sliced up by sour wind.
He would never tell anyone about the books he read because there wasn’t anyone to tell.
Nobody he knew. Maybe the only people he could talk to about the three volumes of Principia Mathematica were sequestered on faraway campuses.
He didn’t like the way secrets kept piling up that shouldn’t have been secrets.
Then, like little cups of maple syrup, they began to spill out into the warm room with the big stone fireplace in Deer Lodge, Montana.
