Dream Angus

She blushed; it was part of the intimacy of marriage that these little things, dressing and undressing, looking in the mirror, unconscious gestures, should be observed; it was the end of privacy.

Pig Twenty sat down and looked at the sky, as if puzzled, floored, by its sheer immensity. He might have thought, if he thought at all: is there a place for pigs there? Is that for pigs?