"I can talk, you know," Charles said. The bear carried him easily, lumbering along at Rodolphe’s heels. "I just have trouble speaking in a manner you can comprehend." They left the alley, and dodged across a street lined with shops, to the frowning alarm of passers-by. "My ways of thought have changed so much ..." Charles continued blithely. "That’s what we do , Rodolphe. Talk about thinking. And think about talking."