When my daughter was forming her first sentences, one of the combinations that frequently came out of her mouth was: “must fix the frozzle!” For some reason, she considered this activity of uttermost importance. And we, we always knew what to expect. We never did discover though, why a frozzle was called a frozzle. She was too young to explain, and growing older she simply forgot. “Fixing the frozzle” always involved cords of some sort; yarn, laces, threads or wires, sometimes several of them tangled together. She would tie them to different objects in the apartment, loose objects as well as door handles and heavy furniture. With great seriousness she went about her craft. Eventually a web had been created, connecting different spots of our home to what always ended up in a chaotic mesh.