Vera was thinking about being the most fabulous swing clarinetist in the world, plus the most famous author since Dostoevsky, plus a world class recluse.

Gerald says that doesn't make any sense. Why would you be a fabulous world class famous recluse?

Vera was thinking it would be very, very nice to be able to just think about anything whenever she wanted. Thinking is like food, like air! Breathe thinking!

The clarinet is good because it vibrates your brain and the music is so pleasurable. The writing helps untangle all the nonsense that wafts by.

This was making Gerald hungry, so he turned around, went into the kitchen, and started to make waffles. The smell of Gerald's waffles was making Vera intensely hungry, so she gave up on being a world class fabulous famous recluse, for the moment, in favor of eats.

There was Brillig on the screen door again.

Brillig! You'll tear up the screen! Down you naughty cat! Here, have a piece of my waffle!

Dear Reader, if you were hoping for sensible nonfiction all the time, you're out of luck! Borogrove, here kitty!