Inklings are elusive and unpredictable. All of a sudden, one will make itself known. Whence they come is hazy. Their whole business is mysterious, because inklings don’t get very specific as a general rule. We are munching along, and Whammo!, an Inkling! Of what?, you might ask. Dunno, say We.

They come in many sizes and flavors, but at a certain point of development they morph into Intimations. Or they go into hiding and We can’t recall what it was We were inkled about.

Very tricksy, Inklings.