DOCTOR
He died last summer?
MRS. VENABLE
Without me he died last summer, that was his last summer’s poem. One long-ago summer—now, why am I thinking of this? —my son, Sebastian, said, “Mother?—Listen to this!”—He read me Herman Melville’s description of the Encantadas, the Galápagos Islands. Quote—take five and twenty heaps of cinders dumped here and…