But if you express the results in terms of palpable feelings and acts--rather than in this lack-life lingo of pedagogy--the very gents and gals who share the same sensations will rise as one (owing to the general habit of suppression) and breathe down your neck with a blowtorch. When you see them coming you will know what troubles them that they do not know. It is, always, their responses to your perceptions. Themselves--not you. Yvonne, to put it in the terse form, like Gwen, was also in a sense a shimmering fragment of a dislocated inner me. If you are distressed by her, 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. I sent greetings to the Chinese and the Hindus and the Africans. I wished that I might live to see if the bombs fell and what the people did afterward. Then I appreciated that, following any resolution of such affairs-- of bombs or none, airborne plagues or none-- I would wish in this same fashion to live to see what they did when a billion starved when four or five billions, produced in the uncontrolled birthorgies of the devout and the innocent, over-horded this little globe what they did when the metals ran thin--in a century or so when idiotic breeding decayed the human line to a rabble incapable of sustaining liberty or order or technology when the last water under the earth dried up when the sea thickened when the moon approached. Indeed, there is no limit to wishing one might assist at meeting challenges old Toynbee may never have thought of-- inevitabilities that only man can avoid and that, as yet, he does not even consider as Necessary Works. They are denied by _Time_ magazine. Aortas of lightning and branched arteries of electric fire now diagrammed the clouds. Across the roofs, thunder ricocheted; it rolled like tumbrils in the avenues. A steady press of air flapped the curtains and I moved my chair a little to escape their nervous abrasion. This fetid wind depressed me. My thoughts settled in a muddy ooze and lived beneath the riffled surface enviously, for that it seemed alive. And in this separation I saw more views.