ABSTRACT
As I reflect back on our conversation, I realize that Milton was probably in great discomfort at that time. Yet, when we spoke, he talked in an animated, interested manner for more than 20 minutes, obviously enjoying the conversation, and in no hurry to end it. This from a man whose telephone conversations were usually brief and sometimes abrupt. Was this a window of comfort in a wall of pain? In our conversation, both Milton and I were transformed and captivated by the wonder of the experience of bioluminescence. For me it was the previous week, for him it was many years before.
