For a few days this last week, I noticed that the moon had swung around by early morning and was shining through the bathroom window. This was about 4 a.m., and that’s one of the few places I visit at that time of night. It was shining through the slats of the blinds, on the “loo,” you know, in the “water closet.” I find the most amazing lighting happens in unusual places. Eventually physicists will discover that light travels faster in bathrooms, alley ways, although it slows under the bed, thus allowing dust to luxuriate.
