 Anyone who stands between us and our ability to feel great affection for a people, a place, a time, an era. Anyone who is hindering our ability to reach our fullest level of affections is an enemy. Which also means that sometimes our enemies are our beloveds. And sometimes our beloveds veer into the lane of enemy and then veer out of it. And so I think both the beloved and the enemy is a central construct in the book. They're kind of malleable. They work against each other and they work with each other. And sometimes they are the same. And sometimes...