Amusing to lower the bucket into the well, especially since I saw nothing but blackness there. Amusing, too, the sound of it hitting the water, a simultaneous slackening of the rope and a jagged flicker of light glancing back through the dark. After that the bucket sank slowly until my hand closed on the rope's double knot. I hadn't foreseen that the bucket wouldn't reach to the bottom. Galling - as though a straight question had been shirked, or worse, was deemed too trivial to entertain.