"What's it for?"
"It's my bait."
"That? You think you're going to catch that fish with that thing?" The boy pitied me. To him my foolishness was monumental. "Mister," he said, "there's just one bait you might get that fish there to bite. Know what it is?"
"I suspect I know what you think it is," I said.
"Never mind! You do things your way, I'll do them mine."
"You want to catch that fish, don't you? Well—"
"I do, but that's not all I want. There's more to fishing than catching fish."