Daisy, I say, we are such a cliché! Here we are, out on our walk, me on one end of the lead, you on the other! Hasn’t this already been done for hundreds of years? You might as well be on any one of those leads. I might as well be holding any one of them. Is there nothing new under the sun? Daisy is quiet. She is trotting along, thinking about it. Are you saying, she says at last, that there is a sense in which you are not present? Yes! I say, that is exactly what I’m saying! Then you should smell this, she says, pulling me towards a complicated-looking stain at the corner of a wall. It really helps!