Still hovering in the 90s, now even improbably later at night. A woman in a sundress crosses the street at the light downtown where I'm stopped. Besides the sundress she has a sweater—and bare feet! I don't know which is more surprising. But probably the feet; she doesn't hop and dance over the blacktop like her soles are being burned.

'Having eluded the media and the narcs but not his own paranoia...'

'You talk, talk.'

Horn overdubs.

'There are no good songs or bad songs here'

'Nempe dubitans, intelligens, affirmans, negans, volens, nolens, imaginans quoque, & sentiens.'

'… a willingness to share, a willingness to fail.'

'Remember that Socrates had so completely put aside ostentation that people actually went to him when they wanted to be introduced to philosophers, and he took them.'

'… continually watching the moods of his mind…'