"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
. . . . .
Leaky trash mopping failed. Poor me. Poor my neighbor.***
Parsing silence every which way. Bracing for more. So that the temptation to say I knew it I just knew it can heave forth on its leash. Someone said, "temptations are finite and extremely predictable--you will run out of them." So the hounds are running. But they love as dogs do.
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"I fled ... I hid ..."
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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"
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