Neither Mr. Terrance Martin nor myself would be alive today if our foremothers thousands of years ago had had scruples about carrying their babies in slings, through forests teeming with predators, across ice and snow, summer and winter.
To think that either our survival or pleasure, in a temperate climate, require the internal combustion engine at every step, is to hold a very impoverished view of what it means to be alive as a human being.
Ana Simeon
Victoria