第103页 A MAN OF IDEAS

He was like a tiny little vocalno that lies silent for days and then suddenly spouts fire. No, he wasn't like that-- he was like a man who is subject to fits, one who walks among his fellow men inspiring fear because a fit may come upon him suddenly and blow him away into a sudden strange uncanny physical state in which his eyes rolls and his legs and arms jerk. He was like that, only that the visitation that descended upon Joe Welling was a mental and not a physical thing. He was beset by ideas and in the throes of one of his ideas was uncontrollable.