You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons Did Not Exist, Then Led Me To Their Lairs.

The Fundamentalists Have Taken The Fun Out Of The Mental.

But If The Strength Ain't Real, I Recall Thinking The Very Last Thing That Day, Before I Finally Passed Out, Then The Weakness Sure Enough Is. Weakness Is True And Real. I Used To Accuse The Kid Of Faking His Weakness. But Faking Proves The Weakness Is Real. Or You Wouldn't Be So Weak As To Fake It. No, You Can't Ever Fake Being Weak. You Can Only Fake Being Strong. . .

Marvelous Wonders Don't Have To Happen Of A Sudden, The Way They Do In The Arabian Nights. They Can Also Take A Long Time, Like Crystals Growing, Or Minds Changing, Or Leaves Turning. The Trick Is To Keep An Eye Peeled, So They Don't Slip By Unappreciated.