And without playfulness, he addressed me by his own name, nor did I find this unusual. 214 lapsing into the unformed. I should seek no further turmoil, not even were my life to lack freshness. They clamoured, huzzaed, pounded the table 215 in delight. And finally, tiring of me, they pummelled me and pitched me from the room, though their good nature continued-and when I called for money they threw a few coins after me.
Decision is in the selection and formulation of alternatives.
I was but a harmless moth, made by its markings to look ferocious. I was a pumpkin to frighten children. Yet for this they have punished me. Dreaming, I saw her in a mirror, where she spoke mirror words-and the flowers on her breast had mirror fragrance. 216 sitting on the same bench with me in the park . . .