Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Standing about with a balloon but not thinking about it

He held a small string in his hand. Attached to the string was a pitiful purple balloon. Having lost whatever helium it had once contained, it dangled down near the ground. The man stood staring at it, but he wasn’t thinking about it. He was thinking of a woman he had once known. She had won some slight acclaim lately, and this had greatly upset him. He is probably going to stand like this for some time, thinking all the while of the woman he once knew and the slight acclaim she only recently received.

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