spiritual brother to the coral plant, absorbed into which, the equable sapphire light becomes a nebulous green. The I of each is to
the I of each, a kind of fretful speech which sets a limit on itself; the elephant is? Black earth preceded by a tendril? It is to that
phenomenon the above formation, translucent like the atmosphere—a cortex merely— that on which darts cannot strike decisively the first
time, a substance needful as an instance of the indestructibility of matter; it has looked at the electricity and at the earth-
quake and is still here; the name means thick. Will depth be depth, thick skin be thick, to one who can see no beautiful element of unreason under it?
“HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,” IT SAID
There! You shed a ray of whimsicality on a mask of profundity so terrific that I have been dumbfounded by it oftener than I care to say. The book? Titles are chaff.
Authentically brief and full of energy, you contribute to your father’s legibility and are sufficiently synthetic. Thank you for showing me your father’s autograph.