We stood in the bathroom, him behind me. I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth.
I said: What did they do while they were pooping, before the invention of books?
He said: Maybe they whittled. Or knit clothes.
I said: They could not have knitted. Imagine you were in an outhouse. The ground and the seat would be dirty. There would be no place to rest the skein.
He said: It would have been doable. They need only have built shelves.
