“I’ve been messing in it a little lately. There’s a lot of the stuff that I don’t understand, but there are some things that I do. For instance, if you get off on the wrong foot in a sprint, the wrongness is likely to stick to you through the whole race.”
“Everybody knows that much,” Larry admitted. “But what has that got to do with my ‘busting’?”
“I was just coming to that. If you blow up in something in the morning, you’re likely to go on blowing up all day.”
“All right; that’s exactly what I do.”
“Your section has shop work in the mornings, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s in the shops that you begin to go bad, isn’t it?”
“For two solid weeks I’ve been breaking or spoiling everything I’ve touched.”
“There you are. With such a send-off, old Doctor Psychology would say that, unless you should fetch yourself up with a round turn, you’d be likely to go on foozling all day. And that’s what you do.”
“You’ve said it. But that doesn’t get me anywhere.”