This partial back-payment will only keep half the wolf from the door, please advise. For instance what is half a wolf. Rotating its polygon in space, we cannot bifurcate it crossways, lengthways, breadthways, all options leave it with not enough legs to walk or else no head, which is not decent and we try to be decent, at least to wolves and to mathematical models. We will have to fade it halfway out of the air like a low-toner printout, ghost wolf now whimpering at the window of our log cabin in a snowy European wood where we are eating some hot meaty dinner whose fragrance curls out its tendrils through the crevices in the rough-hewn walls, furry face seen through the foggy glass with that profound appeal of doggy hope at which the human heart must surge, a look like how religion must feel. Ghost wolf the size of a cow as you know real wolves are huge, when you see one in a film walk next to a man only hip-high, it is a lie, that is a dog the size of a dog with a wolf-like coat, a real wolf is a dog the size of a cow, and wouldn’t it be wonderful to be a dog the size of a cow? Thought brims with pleasure. Or is the pleasure all for others, would we be always stared at in a crowd, always losing people behind things but ourselves having nowhere to hide, no one’s lap deep enough to snuggle in, no one’s furry side high enough to nuzzle our cheek, is it like how very tall people feel outcast and develop a neurotic stoop? Please advise.