^^141 stranger speculating, musing on plans for young woman he rescued from near death. Simple but moving in the knowledge that his plans for Magda=reminiscences of wife‘s lost pregnancies. Interruption of a simple list of baby equipment needs with the devastating declaration “How the barren cling to the fertile.” Is this Harris‘s self-reprimand, “knowing better,” or a cruel insertion by narrator? Both? The shift from SHE to WE so simple & killer.