I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.
Now we were descending just as steeply.
There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.
In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn?t hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.