Do I Have To Talk

To Each Our Own Hamlet.

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.

Books May Look Like Nothing More Than Words On A Page, But They Are Actually An Infinitely Complex Imaginotransference Technology That Translates Odd, Inky Squiggles Into Pictures Inside Your Head.

You Have Many Fine Qualities That I Admire. But You Are Out Of Time. You Should Have Been Born A Century Ago, When Values Such As Yours Meant Something.

A Missing Arm Might Ruin Your Symmetry. Personal Asymmetry Where I Come From Is A Big Taboo And Brings Great Shame On The Family And Sometimes Even The Whole Village." "do You Then Have To Kill Yourself Over It Or Something?" "goodness Me, No! The Family And Village Just Have To Learn To Be Ashamed--and Nuts To Them For Being So Oversensitive.