Angelica Lost and Found

Chapter 67. Jim-Jammed?

OK, guys, this is it, you and me mano a mano. You’re on the sofa, I’m at my desk. Here’s looking at you dim red tinies. Do whatever you’re going to do.

Queasiness, uneasiness. Dimness, redness, cavernous sleep. Dream-dancing the dream of … what? Dancing, dancing. Tinily gigantic, I also redly dim Jim. What Jim? This Jim. What this? Suddenly! an immensity of comprehension, of containing in myself the whole dream of reality which is the world.

Oho! So farther, deeper? No, I don’t, yes, I do but wait. What? What entering? Entering me but I’m not, I haven’t, I don’t but aah, the tiny, tiny dancing jim-jams! But this other. Not tiny, very big. Well, no use locking the barn door after the horse is inside.