Asking nothing, revealing naught,
But minting his words from a fund of thought....
A keeper of silence eloquent....
“Mm....
“With only another mile to wend,
And two brown arms at the journey’s end....
“I forget the rest of it.”
“You are forgetting everything that’s important!” Rose-Ann complained. “I’ll bet you know by heart Professor Humptydink’s law of dramatic crisis.”
“No—I’ve stopped that foolishness, thanks to you. If I ever write anything, it will be just what I want to write—and the devil take the Great American Public!”
“No, Felix—that’s wrong, too. It’s what one really wants to say that other people really like—I’m sure of it. Can’t you trust yourself?”