Three people in on a joke. You’d never been interested before, so I was surprised by your prompts, your questions, your, “I never understood it before!”s. You opened more wine and I rambled about Eliot and the canon and critics drawing visual representations of it all and how society would be better if we knew how to analyse. Your eyes were bright, flickered over my face, behind me. We finished and stood. As I passed the table behind me I looked into the faces of the two people there, their eyes bright with silent laughter, mirroring your own.