CHAPTER 6“It may indeed on some occasions be necessary that the Author of nature display His overruling power in producing appearances out of the ordinary series of things.”
-- George Berkeley, from The Principles of Human Knowledge
Hubert stood crouched in the corner of the shelter at the tram stop, trying to avoid the rain, which came in gushes flying horizontally around corners, straight at him, like the wrath of God. In his hand, he held a red pre-purchased fare ticket, which had turned wet and now clung to his skin like a leech.
The inside of the tram was steaming from wet clothes. He noticed a round, pomegranate-faced woman carrying vegetables in two plastic nets. Three carrots stuck out on the side, still dripping from the rain. The smell of wet fabric was mingled with the scent
