LXXV

       "What are you?"

       He had no idea what he did have in mind when he did wield those words. He did wish that he did know what he was thinking. He didn't know and couldn't remember. He wouldn't be making an effort to remember of course. He would rather be making an effort to figure out what was odd. That was the only thing he could think off. He was trying to regulate his thoughts. He was trying to get better. He couldn't had arrive at a conclusion. He didn't know how to do that. He didn't want to do that. He wanted to fiddle with the chances he did have before he would be able to supplant his rage. He didn't think that rage would be the best thing to use. He didn't think of anything better. He did hope that he would be able to do that. He did hope that he would be able to meet up with the wiles which were gnawing at his rage. He didn't know how to put the thoughts in order. He was trying all he c