Tuesday, January 27, 2004

“Oh, it’s just sad, that’s all.”
“What’s sad?”
“People is.”
“I see. What’s sad about people?”
“People ought to get more wise when they get older. Bossy and Patch do, but
people don’t.”
“Don’t you think so?” I asked.
“No. People’s boxes get littler and littler.”
“Questions are in boxes,” she explained, “and the answers they get only fit
the size of the box.”
“That’s difficult; go on a bit.”
“It’s hard to say. It’s like – it’s like the answers are the same size of
the box. It’s like them dimensions.”
“If you ask a question in two dimensions, then the answer is in two
dimensions too. It’s like a box. You can’t get out. ... The questions get to
the edge and then stop. It’s like a prison.”

From Mister God, This is Anna. Fynn. Collins, 1974 pp. 154-5.