Eric Angal

He’s just finished telling her his thoughts on Gödel’s ‘Incompleteness Theorems’ (revolutionary…revelatory beyond words, really…proof, beyond any doubt, that shadowy figures stalk the gloam at the edges of our epistemological perception…) when he reaches for the bugspray. He’s sort of looking at her out of the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction, which is one of courteous interest (he thinks). But he’s not ‘looking’ looking at her, because she’s wearing her bathing suit, and he doesn’t want to leer, or stare, or in any way come off as some sort of perv.