No Words

The bus was only twenty minutes late, but waiting out in the freezing cold made it feel like twenty hours. Even my heavy clothes provided very little protection from the biting wind. When the bus finally came and I sank down into a comfortable seat, the welcome warmth quickly put me to sleep.

However, this solitude lasted only a few minutes. I was awakened by the sound of violent shouting. A man getting on the bus was furious with the driver for being late.

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Ideas versus Illusions
March 19, 1977
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