But they're
usually the most worth while kind of feelings. And that's what words
are for."
"Well, I was just feeling that at my age--that I was letting my life
slip away--accomplishing nothing really worth while. You know--?"
"Yes, we all feel like that sometimes, I guess." Ed Martin nodded
with profound solemnity.
Oh, Ed Martin was wonderful! He DID understand things! She went
ahead less tremulously now.
"And I was feeling I wanted to get started at something. At
something REALLY worth while, you know."
Ed Martin nodded again.
"And I thought, maybe, you could help me get started--or something."
She gazed at him with open-eyed trust, as if she expected him with a
word to solve her undefined problem.
"Get started?--at writing, you mean?"
Oh, how wonderfully Ed Martin understood!
He shuffled some papers on his desk. "Just what do you want to
write, Missy?"
"I don't know, exactly. When I can, I'd like to write something sort
of political--or cosmic."
"Oh," said Ed Martin, nodding. He shuffled the papers some more.
Then: "Well, when that kind of a germ gets into the system, I guess
the best thing to do is to get it out before it causes mischief.
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