This chapter also had a lot of illustrations, due to its going back and forth in time and needing many separations demarcating its sections. 

"It was around the time of my twenty-sixth birthday that I made the decision that I was ready to rejoin the human race."

"We spent the earlier part of the evening at a small English-style pub, drinking ale, eating food that tasted much better than British food was supposed to taste (which was heartening to me, given that I would soon be living in England and thus unable to escape British food) and listening to a folk singer perform Irish tunes. By the time the performer's set was over, we had finished our dinner and decided to make our exit."

"The rain on his lips is sweet, but not as sweet as his moan. I wonder what else about him is sweet."

"Naked, he looks more birdlike than ever. He has such small bones."

"He's cute when he's sheepish. Then again, I don't think there's been a moment tonight when he hasn't been cute. If he was any cuter, I'd want to keep him as a pet."

"The sky begins to brighten. Although I can't hear anything through the glass of the window, I imagine hearing birdsong."