Saturday, September 06, 2003
The storyteller and the writer sat down to talk...
The storyteller spoke, and then paused to listen to the writer's response. The writer said nothing, but gazed into space. The storyteller spoke again, hoping to say something the writer would enjoy enough to respond to this time. When the storyteller paused to hear the writer's response once more, the writer continued to stare into space.
A third time the storyteller spoke to the writer, and in the midst of his tale the writer turned quickly and said-
"Oh, my words can be beautiful."
The storyteller cried.
9/06/2003 12:29:00 am