Frankfurt was a wee bit keen on his dog Mombo. With
everything else going on at the estate this was not any big deal.
I was happy reading Bronk's poetry and hanging out with Conrad and
Teegarden. Frankfurt was there recuperating from a car accident
and working on a book - Nothing Known: A Primer For The New Life.
He'd had a near-death experience after the tragedy and his mind
was now flooded with powerful new avenues of meaning. He said that
he was at last a true being of the universe.
Before the accident he was a lecturer on European literature at
Oxford. After his recovery at the estate he moved to a sparse flat
in London to continue his magnum opus and nobody's heard from him
since. He had seen the Great Light and heard its message: Love,
love, love. Anything and everything.
Here's the kicker. When he came to on the side of the road the
first thing Frankfurt saw upon entering this world was Mombo, hence
the super-meaningful attraction to his mutt. Now don't get me wrong.
I do not think that anything except the utter closeness and complete
trust and love of man and beast ever happened between them. But
when Frankfurt displayed that special gleam in his eyes, one had
cause to wonder.