It's the little things that find us out, the little things we refuse to do in order to avoid doing the big things that can save us. - Ralph Ellison

But that's getting too far ahead of the story, almost to the end, although the end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

Who knows but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you?

..and knowing now who I was and where I was and knowing too that I had no longer to run for or from the Jack's and the Emerson's and the Bledsoe's and the Norton's...but only from their confusion and impatience and refusal to recognize the beautiful absurdity of their American identity...and mine...