It's A Failure Of National Vision When

There, In The Tin Factory, In The First Moment Of The Atomic Age, A Human Being Was Crushed By Books.

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.

The Third Stage Was The Reaction That Came When The Body Struggled To Compensate For Its Ills - When, For Instance, The White Count Not Only Returned To Normal But Increased To Much Higher Than Normal Levels.

When The Writing Is Really Working, I Think There Is Something Like Dreaming Going On. I Don't Know How To Draw The Line Between The Conscious Management Of What You're Doing And This State. . . . I Would Say That It's Related To Daydreaming. When I Feel Really Engaged With A Passage, I Become So Lost In It That I'm Unaware Of My Real Surroundings, Totally Involved In The Pictures And Sounds That That Passage Evokes.

The Reality Is That Changes Are Coming... They Must Come. You Must Share In Bringing Them.