update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/idumea/007.md

@@ -116,37 +116,37 @@ It rose. It walked in front of the kettlecorn machine. It sat. It raised its fro
 
 The Woman made a bag of kettlecorn and held out a piece to The Dog. He accepted, of course.
 
-*Practice and wanting,* The Dog said.
+*"Practice and wanting,"* The Dog said.
 
 "Practice?" The Woman asked, lowering herself down to meet The Dog on its level.
 
 The Dog did not answer, but sniffed in the direction of the corn.
 
-The Woman gave The Dog another piece, for this was, evidently, the deal. *I remember,* The Dog said. *The tall one wanted to eat and chase and fetch and be. He wanted to not worry, to not tire himself out chasing making the world better. But he couldn't just become me, become us - The Job is important.*
+The Woman gave The Dog another piece, for this was, evidently, the deal. *"I remember,"* The Dog said. *The tall one wanted to eat and chase and fetch and be. He wanted to not worry, to not tire himself out chasing making the world better. But he couldn't just become me, become us - The Job is important.*
 
-The Dog waited for another bribe before continuing. *He practiced becoming the pack, becoming like me. I remember many forks of his. Some that didn't let go enough, some that let go too much. But he wanted to make me, make the pack. He kept wanting, kept trying, and now I am.*
+The Dog waited for another bribe before continuing. *"He practiced becoming the pack, becoming like me. I remember many forks of his. Some that didn't let go enough, some that let go too much. But he wanted to make me, make the pack. He kept wanting, kept trying, and now I am."*
 
 The Dog yawned. He had said a lot of words, and that was not always comfortable for him. It reminded him too much of human things. He wanted a nap.
 
 "Let go too much?" The Woman asked.
 
-*Some of us forget our job,* The Dog explained.
+*"Some of us forget our job,"* The Dog explained.
 
 "Job?"
 
-The Dog's tail wagged. *Yes! I watch and if someone becomes a black ball or the ground goes weird or something like that I fetch help! It's very important! When I do it, people call me a good dog and give me pets and treats!*
+The Dog's tail wagged. *"Yes! I watch and if someone becomes a black ball or the ground goes weird or something like that I fetch help! It's very important! When I do it, people call me a good dog and give me pets and treats!"*
 
 The Woman reached out to pet The Dog. It relaxed into the pressure.
 
-*Some of the pack decide they don't want the job, want to do what the tall one is afraid of. They want to never talk, never plan.*
+*"Some of the pack decide they don't want the job, want to do what the tall one is afraid of. They want to never talk, never plan."*
 
 "I want something like this, perhaps," The Woman said. "I want to unbecome, to be still. Do you know how?"
 
-The Dog froze in a swelling of alarm. His fears came from the same simplicity as his joys. While he was wont to let the possibility of casting off his humanity sneak up on him slowly, he still felt fear, like His Elder did, at such a blunt statement of the idea. *Don't want! Who will watch Motes?*
+The Dog froze in a swelling of alarm. His fears came from the same simplicity as his joys. While he was wont to let the possibility of casting off his humanity sneak up on him slowly, he still felt fear, like His Elder did, at such a blunt statement of the idea. *"Don't want! Who will watch Motes?"*
 
 The Woman gently soothed The Dog, letting the interaction fade away behind a stream of pets and scratches in just the right spot (for The Dog knew how to direct people to it) and more treats. The Dog was pleased that The Woman had not been told by Its Skunks not to feed it too much of the stuff, or that, if she had, she was ignoring them.
 
-Once The Dog had come down from being ambushed by the thought of abandoning those principles he had carried into his state, he realized what The Woman had wanted. *Can show you pack-friends who go chase rabbits all the time. But no words because they don't want. And can't say how. Don't want to know.*
+Once The Dog had come down from being ambushed by the thought of abandoning those principles he had carried into his state, he realized what The Woman had wanted. *"Can show you pack-friends who go chase rabbits all the time. But no words because they don't want. And can't say how. Don't want to know."*
 
 "Thank you," The Woman said. "Good dog."
 
@@ -154,9 +154,9 @@ The Dog lit up. It was a good dog!
 
 The Woman saw this and had a thought. "Are you happy?" she asked, handing over one more kernel. "Are you at peace?"
 
-The Dog had made himself into a dog, more or less, and so was not one to consider the path of his life with much reflection or weight. He was rarely a creature of the past or the future. *Happy? Yes! Have treat!*
+The Dog had made himself into a dog, more or less, and so was not one to consider the path of his life with much reflection or weight. He was rarely a creature of the past or the future. *"Happy? Yes! Have treat!"*
 
-The Dog leapt up and started doing little hops, having realized it had an opportunity. *Throw ball? Then, very happy!*
+The Dog leapt up and started doing little hops, having realized it had an opportunity. *"Throw ball? Then, very happy!"*
 
 The Woman could tell this was all the answer she would get for now. A ball appeared in her paw.