See that man over there (rubbing
his hairless chin)? That man is good
at contemplating words. Or at least
we begin to hear tell of this. “Ooh,
a play on words!” he is heard exclaim
ing. Most people just think he’s off-
kilter, but happy; a very contagious
kind of happy. He doesn’t even seem
to ever be looking down at us plebeians.
But the poor thing. As the generations
begin to tumble and then crumble,
that old man’s brain cannot even be
held as an example, to anyone, of any
thing at all, for those who’d later arrive.
