Yawp.
Come on. Louder!
Yawp!
Oh, that’s a mouse. Come on. Louder!
Yawp.
Oh, good god boy, yell like a man–
YAWP!
There it is! You see, you have a barbarian in you after all!
Now, you don’t get away that easy.
There’s a picture of Uncle Walt up there. What does he remind you of?
Don’t think. Answer. Go on.
A…a…a madman.
What kind of madman?
Don’t think about it. Just answer again.
A crazy madman–
No…you can do better than that. Free up your mind. Use your imagination.
Say the first thing that pops into your head, even if it’s total gibberish! Go on. Go on. —
A… a… a sweaty-toothed madman.
Good god boy! There’s a poet in you after all.
There. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Close ’em.
Now, describe what you see.
A… ahh… I… I close my eyes–
Yes
Uhh… and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman.
The sweaty-toothed madman, with a stare that pounds my brain.
Awe… That’s excellent!
Now give him action! Make him do something!
His hands reach out and choke me…
That’s it. Wonderful. Wonderful!
And all the time he’s mumbling…
What’s he mumbling? —
Mumbling truth. Truth like… like… Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
Hahahaha…
Forget them. Forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket.
Y… y… y… you push it, stretch it, it will never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying.
It will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
[Clapping]Don’t you forget this.
