23) Night was falling. Soon I would get an eyeful of stars, with hope, bright enough to sojourn by. I use words I never knew I knew. I blurt them to myself and rejoice. Such small pleasures are all the pleasures I expect of this world. Dr. Creep has no special hold on our shared tongue. He rarely speaks words of multiple syllables. You, stop, go, up, move, shut up. Such is his vocabulary, at least to me. To others he strings and braids difficult notions together. But to me.., it cannot be that I am closer to a dog, merely that I need no more precise explication. He is my doctor, not my Webster. No need to explain fire, just run from it. And dogs die in fire all the time. QED.

I am becoming confounded by this strange countryside. Usually I give a thing a name less stressful than itself. Heavily thorned brush becomes 'Freshvine'. It is an ankle-shredding, thigh-ripping impediment to my progress, yet as 'freshvine' it opens me up to new experiences, not only to qualities of pain I've never felt before, but as well to a search for ways around it. Straight lines are unacceptable for the true traveler. Another example might be the 'British', a name I gave for an exceptionally ferocious, bird destroying beast skulking off to my right. The British people have an affinity for bird destruction, but they are poised and controlled as they go about it. Hence, my british companion leaps through tall freshvine a few feet away.
This countryside will require many names.
I shall call those trees over there 'Flag Trees'. Of course, that is their true name. Just to prove my point.