I was lonely.

I wanted something that was flesh and blood.

Once on this farm there came a stranger; I did not ask his name, but he sat among the karoo and talked with me.

Now, wherever I have travelled I have looked for him--in hotels, in streets, in passenger wagons as they rushed in, through the open windows of houses I have looked for him, but I have not found him--never heard a voice like his.

One day I went to the Botanic Gardens.