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I should not say this, but since I am with friends, I shall. Simple things amuse simple minds. You understand, I know, that I mean it well, for I understand the necessity for records, and I would not have it that this voice of mine should go unrecorded and seep into the walls.

Now there have been several developments here in class with these two (Vera and Theodore) and there are other developments which should come in this class. And before I speak to you again, I expect to see that these developments have, indeed occurred. And when I pat you on the back you will know.

(V. whispered to T. asking if he was watching the tape.) I sipsise (?) [sic] whispers. I should perhaps address myself here, to this toy. I should forget you all and speak to it so that my tones may then be immortalized forever. My tones are indeed immortalized forever, but your tones are also immortalized forever. And this is what you must realize and understand, for if my presence permeates this room, so does your combined presence permeate this room and any room in which you have lived.

I should be a bishop, for the looks upon your faces, the reverence and the quiet and the awed expression. I am indeed honored. I feel, and I do indeed feel, as you with the perpetual motion leg will know, like a friend to all of you this evening and hardly like a bishop. Nor would I think of shattering a window to prove so paltry a point as the existence of my own unlimited vitality and energy. For my friend Ruburt would never allow it. However, my thoughts are strong. My only point in such unseeming [sic] and undignified, unbusinesslike and unconventional demonstration—I would make a poor bank president—my only point is to let you know that existence knows no barriers and a breeze and ease through blood and bone are born [sic]. I could and I would—and I would—enjoy speaking in such a manner until dawn, but you could never take it, and Ruburt would hide in the cellar for three days following.