<blockquote>“She said, ‘You’re going to find the King.’”
“King of what, Dad?”
“Well, that’s just what I asked. And she said, ‘King of the Vipers, Mister. You’ll find the King of the Vipers, who is older than the land we stand on and has lived a dozen lives. When you find him, you must simmer the fat from his body and eat it, and then you will know everything.”
Who else’s life’s purpose, Dad likes to say, reaches out to take them by the hand?</blockquote>
