Perplexing behaviour is always a mere curio: an intance of peculiarity in a world that permits an infinite variety of strangeness. Humans behaving, oddly, badly, or even wrongly, does not have the shock impact on my delicate sensibilities that it used to have. They have become part of what I perceive as the ever-present. I don’t like to talk about the ever-present. That doesn’t mean I’ve reached any peace with my own defects even when ever-present.