Maybe The Truth Does Not Matter, But

I'm Used To Rereading E-mails, Even, Before Sending Them - A Bit Compulsive. So This Is High Speed Roller Coaster For Me!

There Is Something Very Pleasing About The Principles Of Science And The Rules Of Math, Because They Are So Inevitable And So Harmonious - In The Abstract, Anyway.

Because I'm Not Writing All The Time (thank Goodness), My Mind Is Sometimes Pleasantly Blank.

I Attempt All Day, At Work, Not To Think About What Lies Ahead, But This Costs Me So Much Effort That There Is Nothing Left For My Work. I Handle Telephone Calls So Badly That After A While The Switchboard Operator Refuses To Connect Me. So I Had Better Say To Myself, Go Ahead And Polish The Silverware Beautifully, Then Lay It Out Ready On The Sideboard And Be Done With It. Because I Polish It In My Mind All Day Long—this Is What Torments Me (and Doesn't Clean The Silver).

Nearly Every Morning, A Certain Woman In Our Community Comes Running Out Of Her House With Her Face White And Her Overcoat Flapping Wildly. She Cries Out, "emergency, Emergency," And One Of Us Runs To Her And Holds Her Until Her Fears Are Calmed. We Know She Is Making It Up; Nothing Is Has Really Happened To Her. But We Understand, Because There Is Hardly One Of Us Who Has No Been Moved At Some Time To Do Just What She Has Done, And Every Time, It Has Taken All Our Strength, And Even The Strength Of Our Friends And Families, Too, To Keep Us Quiet.