the time has come to bore a hole in the thick skull of your own soul and see the remarkable tittup going on there.
Lightning struck a graph on the sky.
I sat learning about myself.
If, indeed, the Final Report was due, I might as well review my material. At God's Great Judgment Seat, witnesses who did not bother to notice what was really happening inside themselves—and, of course, prejudiced or dishonest witnesses—will undoubtedly go to the Hotter Hecate.
I thought about Paul for a while and decided it was time for Paul to think about himself.
I thought of Socker Melton and perceived there was no reason, any more, for a single soul to go to any church, save instinct—
which the churches denied thrice whenever they opened their sanctimonious mouths three times.
I thought lovingly of my country
and lovingly of the whole world.