"Nguyen sat under the old tree with his faithful pole. 'This time,' he said to himself, 'this time will be THE time. I will cast this magical cultured pearl into the lake and this time I will defeat my large, old and wise nemesis. And with his fine meat, I could feed the Village!' With a deep breath, he cast out his line. Ripples of water emanated from the point of the water's penetration. But within himself was conflict. Conflict not of his abilities but of his own true desire. 'What if I did catch him? What about tomorrow? What will give me desire to rise again, tomorrow? What would then be the challenge?' "