I'm pretty dismayed about Chomsky and embarrassed to admit it but how was I to know so why am I embarrassed many many people are similarly embarrassed or just angry. I'm listening to the Decline & Fall show on him and veering off to see who sent birthday cake emojis. Do you want to go to The Island of Missing Trees, Olive? Well, you can't, you have to stay inside, this is your little world, do you mind? I can't go there either, I'm in your little world too. Except we're going out on a solstice walk where we'll bring you in our hearts, dear. So, I started reading T.I.O.M.T. before when Rebecca loved it and I guess I put it down when a fig tree started talking but I found it again in Sara's little free library in brand new condition, a solid book, and I'm going past the spot I stopped and listening to the fig tree talk about loving the narrator's father the gardener who talks to his beloved fig tree, and suddenly I find I'm forgetting about creepy Chomsky.