Solitude, undeniably, is against human nature. It is in those harshest of moments in life, when a talk - even with a sheep - is a delight, even though it's more like saying than talking. And by no means fear I to admit, that such occasional conversations have occurred in my voyages, yet (despite what's shown above) I did not invite my interlocutor to my tent. There is nothing to be ashamed of, as I firmly believe, that such a case is far less pathetic, than those talks of dog owners to their beloved ones, that sometimes one unluckily may happen to overhear.

--jlg