To Those for whom English is a Second LanguagePELIAS Maddog tried not to ogle the students sprawled along the university library path. Even from this distance, he could feel the heat of their youthful sap rising and it raised him too so that there was a slight, unaccustomed lilt to his walk. It was such a beautiful day so he looked up instead at the white wisps of cloud against the cerulean sky, as surely it deserved to be called more than blue. He felt giddily happy, transported. It was as though his spirit had entered one of those lean young bodies, swaying or gently throbbing while locked in an insouciant embrace. Just two decades past, he too had been one of these carefree gambolers, shameless and content as a kitten or more of an alley cat in his case, undulating wantonly while exchan
