Bravo. He made it. I bet there’s nothing like it. Took him long enough. That’s how it is! They don’t even have time to explain how they do it. Maybe they forget how they did it. “Hey! How’d you do that?” “What’s it taste like?”
Can’t hear me. He’s smiling, though. But he don’t know why. Still, he wanted it, and he got it. It took him over the top, and kept him there. And best of all, he doesn’t need friends because they’re down here, where we are. There’s no room left up there.
“You going to eat that?”
GORDON PINSENT 