he was propped in the crutch of an oak tree-looking do -singing "there's a man going round taking names" indeed -i nod howdy-he nods howdy back "well he took my mother's name-left' me there in pain" i, who am holding a glass of sand in one hand & a calf's head in the other-i look up & say "are you hungry?" & he say "there's a man going round taking names" & i say "good nuff" & keep walking his voice rings thru the valley-it sounds like a telephone it is very disturbing-"you need anything up there?"-i'm going to town" he shakes his head "well he took my sister's name & i aint never been the same" "right-o" i say-tie my shoelace & keep walking-then i turn & say "if you need any help getting down, 'just you come to town & tell me" he doesn't even hear-"well he took my uncle's name & you know he wasn't to blame" "groovy" i say & continue my way to town ...it couldn't 've been more 'n a few hours later when i happened to be passing by again-in the spot where the tree was, a lightbulb factory now stood-"did there used to be a guy here in a tree?" i yelled up to one of the windows-"are you looking for work?" was the reply ...it was then when i decided that marxism did not have all the answers why are you so frightened of being embarrassed? you spend a lot of time on the toilet dont you? why dont you admit it? why are you so embarrassed to be frightened? your uncle Matilda