Like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering, a five-haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw. And then I looked at the cover: Outside, in Worcester, Massachusetts, were night and slush and cold, and it was still the fifth of February,

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: They burrow into mud and aestivate until the water returns. All fish are covered with overlapping scales , and each major group of fish has its own special type of scale.

Suddenly, from inside, came an oh! This is often called angling.