In the surprised cries and furious nuzzles of those just born, in the tears of fathers too tired to hide their delight, in the amazement of mothers holding their noses to perfect smooth skin as they counted fingers and toes, I saw joy. I could not feel it though, any more than I could register anger or fear or excitement.

In a gold-toned, anonymous hotel room, a man stands with his back to the camera, looking out at the empty night-roads of LA.

But the telling image for me / Is Einstein standing in his study / Books askew on the shelves