At Mass Saturday I sat behind a man with a head so linear, so taut, that I had to draw it. I saw the back of him only; even his ears were muscular. Oh, well, I had no paper or pencil. I must try to draw him from memory. Now, don't ask me if I also remember the readings or the sermon, because I was mostly paying attention to the lines in the faces around me. I have found a place where people sit still.
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