Now that the frost has come, the dogs in this alley don't bark at me anymore. I've decided not to ask whether it's the dogs who got used to it, or me.
It's not that the dogs stopped barking. They took a price to keep quiet. I covered your share of it too.
If they see the paper on the General's neck and still don't bark, then they're plain blind.
Growing accustomed to things is a human habit. The General was never able to do that, not truly.



