Some of my editors have asked me, What?
Wherefore, wherefrom comes the thought?
Wherefore and wherefrom can be spoken to, you know that. Or you ask.
I”m telling you one thing, get it down; the house could be on fire,
get it fucking down. I do not make light!, ha,ha,—ha,ha,ha!
Islander.
PS. Perhaps it’s complicated, but the thought above is not the thought
I had as I searched for pen and paper.