p.84 Pastiche on Their Eyes Were Watching God
So Jack commenced pondering about joy. Joy, that tiny being who had one thin wand that sat in the depths of your consciousness. The humble individual who resided in a dome like an egg excluding the windows in it, and no doorways. How could Joy live in a shell, and what kinds of solitude can bombard him? He kneels in his steep dwelling that he perceives the universe in. Kneels grateful and exuberant at times without any weapon, anticipating the mailman to request for his assistance. Been sitting there after there was a how or a why or a what. Jack was dependable when relaxing to seek the formula from the books piled on his desk any minute later. He was happy and energetic too. Rich Jack! He had to read in here by himself. He sent Ralpe to conduct a psychology test, but Willis said No Way. These librarians were not all right with the lack of interest, but they had little knowledge about a decision similar to this. He’d recover quick when the elderly lady shows what was un-earthed besides him. That was what he didn’t think about. But Jade told him something abstract, so he knew. And if the other person didn’t, the next morning he was apt to know, for people started to gather around in big clusters around the vast expanse of the entrance and the lobby. Humans who haven’t set foot in the place entered, and stopped at the doorway. Just stood under the shade and stretched. Eagerness, that four-legged ant, had dragged itself into the city.
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