The Mind Picks Some Very Bad Times

But What Could I Do? Be Stupid For A While? I Wasn't Sure I Knew How, Even After So Many Years Of Careful Observation.

I Enjoyed Watching Good-looking Idiots Looking At Each Other. A Great Spectator Sport.

Of Course It Was A Terrible Thing, And The World Would Be A Much Better Place Without Someone In It Who Could Do That, But Did That Mean We Had To Miss Lunch?

Money To Me Had Always Been Merely Something The Sheep Used To Show Each Other How Wonderful They Were.

For The First Time I Could Remember, I Felt Weak, Woozy And Stupid— Like A Human-being. Like A Very Small And Helpless Human-being.