The Curse of Intention, Scientific and Personal Madness in Little Oberon

"I was useless doing anything else that day, not knowing. Why not just go? What was the harm?" he says. "There are only six boxes now and oddly none of them had the names of individuals." The old gate was still there in bad shape. Its arms were wide open. I left my old Volvo sitting in a wide spot beside the mailboxes and stepped out into the two inches of fresh snow that had fallen that morning.