My experience of meeting Bill Ryan many years ago

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There is a circularity to this story whereby Nancy, who identified with the sea creature at risk from an innocent little boy, herself became the victim of what we normally describe as a tragic accident. Maybe it could be seen as some kind of unwitting carelessness on the part of the universe. Stephen King’s novel Under the Dome describes the chaos that is produced on a whole city by some unknown force that turns out to be a couple of kids in another dimension clapping an invisible dome on the place, rather like the way you put your crab or whatever in a plastic bucket.

I think this is what Bill is so sensitive about, if I may say so, somewhat beyond the means of this dualistic planet. You cannot walk anywhere without treading on some small beast; a gardener cannot grow a vegetable without removing a weed or killing a slug.