Feel free to read this article on the famous conservation icon, Lonesome George. It is charming, although it made me feel a bit maudlin. Maybe because I am a bachelor.
I wonder if this gigantic solitary tortoise is me, to some degree. HIs story makes me wonder if more and more, I become detached from companionate love as I get older. Or, as the lack of it presenting itself becomes more apparent, maybe I just stop caring enough to pursue it? Who can say. I do know this: I do not want to be rubbed with sexual secretions in order to induce an erection. That, I do know.