“I manage.”
“That is admirable.” I hoped he would elaborate but they grew quiet. The room now seemed brighter than when I first entered and I saw Cake l*****g his fingers. I waited for him to withdraw a sheet from the folder but he continued l*****g.
The man on the right swivelled his chair so that he now faced me and I saw that he had a rather large forehead. He looked like someone on the verge of making an unfunny joke. He began speaking. “The mind, in isolation, is a funny creature. It is eternally leaping, snarling, stretching and crouching. Sometimes it rolls over and pretends it is dead. For what purpose, we may ask?”
I considered his question. “It’s interesting that you have equipped the mind with a form and shape.” It really was, you know. I added, “Maybe it just wants to surviv
