“Read the manual, dear” has been a steady refrain, alas, for much of the trip.

Which I would gladly do (read the manual, that is), given my long-standing objection to icons.

(I am thinking especially of Ikea furniture instructions, though I am not opposed on principle to mentioning road signs of a certain ilk.)

So, to reiterate, I would gladly give up railing at the icons on my camera for a few words of explanation, were they reachable on the internet.

But between icons and the Wi-Fi, in brief, I rail indiscriminately. (If I spoke icon, I would signal my emotions here pictorially.)