On Being Blue A philosophical inquiry by William Gass "...despite the belly ache and loneliness, new bumpled fat and flaking skin and drunkeness and helpless RAGE, despite dumps, mopes, MONDAYS, sheets like dirty plates, tomorrow falling toward you like a tower, lie in wait for that miraculous moment when in your mouth, teeth turn into dragons and you do against the odds what Demosthenes did by the Aegean: shape pebbles into syllables and make stones sound..."