Soon after I returned home this evening, I sent a mobile-phone text-message to my beloved. “I am home early,” I started. “I had my fill of everything and everyone.” I concluded by letting her know that I would enjoy the peace of my terrace, where I would sit and stare at the stars. “Enjoy the peace,” she responded in kind a few minutes later. “Let the monkeys in your brain turn their backs to you, like they did in the Zagreb zoo years ago.” That is a jolly memory, indeed. The chimpanzees we visited paid us no attention. Their backs turned toward us, they engaged in collective grooming (“Well Ahead of Us,” March 31, 2011). Thank you, my beloved! What a wonderful memory to contemplate as I sit and stare on the terrace! I can see those brazen backs all across the night sky.