He can read it better than I. I've lead a pretty sheltered life, he's been out there so I defer. I defer to you too, Fred, so I'd like to see you two respect one another for your lives.
Well, actually, the way I see it is we are both looking at the same thing correctly. Merely at slightly different angles. He has lived a proscribed disciplined life.
He lives in a box. A tightly wrapped box.
But here is the way I look at it. Do you know what a box is? A piece of paper is a box. 3d. An envelope is a box. A board is a box. I build a box out of a board, a drawer, a door, a cabinet, that is a box. That goes in a room that is a box, that goes in house that is a box. That goes on a street that is a box. That goes on a box, of streets. In a city of boxes. Filled with people who are so boxed in they can't see the prison walls.