That's What I Can't Stand.

He Was Doing Missionary Work. But From The Outset He Had Little Success In Convincing His Charges Of Their Responsibility For A Sin Committed At The Beginning Of Creation, One Which, As They Understood It, They Were Ready And Capable (indeed, They Carried Charms To Assure It) Of Duplicating Themselves. He Did No Better Convincing Them That A Man Had Died On A Tree To Save Them All: An Act Which One Old Indian, If Gwyon Had Translated Correctly, Regarded As "rank Presumption".

Why Do You Treat Me As They Do, As Though I Were Exactly What I Want To Be. Why Do We Treat People That Way?

I Mean Why Should Somebody Go Steal And Break The Law To Get All They Can When There's Always Some Law Where You Can Be Legal And Get It All Anyway!

He Walked Out Into The Cold Morning Asking Himself This Heretical Question: Can You Start Measuring A Minute At Any Instant You Wish?

Everybody Has That Feeling When They Look At A Work Of Art And It's Right, That Sudden Familiarity, A Sort Of...recognition, As Though They Were Creating It Themselves, As Though It Were Being Created Through Them While They Look At It Or Listen To It.