He is standing under the eave of his house as rain drizzles down. Possibly he will be nameless. The eighteen chapters of the book all take place as he stands beneath the eave. Five or six minutes pass. Say six, giving six parts of three chapters each. The long narrative prosepoem is constructed within that time frame, and upon the framework of a syllabus for a class on Ornithology. With flashbacks, internal monologues and stream of consciousness, his life unrolls as he stands watching the rain fall. He is a professor at some nameless university. Science is his subject; ornithology his metier.
