[1] Walking towards a dinner in the fortress of solitude, he realizes that unlike the trees preparing to disrobe for a winter's kiss and then a summer's worth of dappled dreams, he hadn't felt life move in his husk for years.

[2] A dancer to a Police song - "Everything is magic" - finds him hiding his tears bending over the lamb on his plate, and in all innocence of the very young, moves closer to where he sits, and twirls and twirls. Everything is magic in the mirror of her large round eyes, clear of suffering that now veins his spying ones.

As channeled by the British flâneur Alain de Botton: so is asking for/giving up a phone number in a bar an indirect way of asking for a baby, i.e, expressing again the "will to life"?