"We should read to give our souls a chance to luxuriate."
"Huh. So, Perfessor. That One-Eyed Trouser Snake you were looking for?"
"Yes?" Worthington dug a book from his pack, looking way too dignified for someone who was starkers and had just wrestled a snake.
"Turns out, that ain't a colorful metaphor?" I asked.
Worthington blinked at me. "Whatever do you mean?"