The lungs slough away." And then he asked: "Why are you going west ?" David found himself face to face with the question, and had to answer.
"Just to toughen up a bit," he replied.

"Wandering.

Nothing else to do." And after all, he thought later, wasn't that pretty near the truth?
He tried to convince himself that it was.

But his hand touched the picture of the Girl, in his breast pocket.

He seemed to feel her throbbing against it.