- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
I go in rehearsing helpfulness. What can we do to solve this problem together? NO slams across the table like a big, red india-rubber ball.
When I blow my nose, when I wipe the windowsill the gum in the corners of my eyes, and, no doubt, the insides of my nephew’s lungs – blue, all blue.
It gets terribly cold sitting here in the meeting. If only we had a way of seeing this stuff.
A dozen rubber balls bounce and bounce and bounce.