I realized yesterday that my things were arranged in a peculiar way around my living space, but as I set about to move them I hurt myself and cried out.  Just then Madyk happened to be passing by and offered to help, so I let him rearrange, and he did it so nicely that I cooked for him afterwards.  All through the meal he started to say something but then stopped, and no amount of my coaxing would get it out of him.  He is one of those with much spiritual potential who will not make the effort to tap into it, and I’m afraid that affects me poorly sometimes.  I think maybe I was a little abrupt when I said goodbye to him.  It seemed like he was right on the verge of spilling what was on his mind at last, but I cut him short.  Oh well, I’m sure he’ll come out with it eventually.