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 I stand up, in the dark, start to unbutton. Then I hear some
 thing, inside my body. I've broken, something has cracked
 that must be it. Noise is coming up, coming out, of the broken
 place, in my face. Without warning: I wasn't thinking about here or there or anything. If I let the noise get out into the air it will be laughter, too loud, too much of it, someone is bound to hear. and then there will be hurrying footsteps and commands and who knows? Judgement: emotion inappropriate to the occasion. The wandering womb, they used to think. Hysteria And then a needle, a pill. It could be fatal.

 I cram both hands over my mouth as if I'm about to be sick, drop to my knees, the laughter boiling like lava in my throat. I crawl into the cupboard, draw up my knees, I'l choke on it My ribs hurt with holding back, I shake, I heave, seismic, vol- canic, I'il burst. Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.
论高手如何写忍笑。