Suddenly, At Dusk

About 30 pages to go in THE DHARMA BUMS (see also) and I was really getting worried because there were no owls in it. And there were many opportunities for owls! What with all the sleeping under the stars. But there was nothing but a lot of mystical desert silence and the occasional braying of a lonesome mule (see also) to remind our heroes of the suffering of all living things. But finally! "Suddenly, at dusk, he came running back into the cottage drunk as a hoot owl" (see also). (Pictured, Dharma and Greg.)