Last night on BART, reading Caliban and the Witch. Man in business suit gets on at Montgomery, takes the seat next to me, spreads his legs so widely that I must recross mine and scrunch into the corner. He spends the entire ride reviewing financial reports. He flips the pages loudly with his married hand. The report says Pimco. I catch him glancing at my book. The open page depicts a prostitute being subjected to the acabussade, "the ducking stool".

I get off at MacArthur.