Content, More Content!

Content, more content! he said. Streams of it, mountains of it! Content everywhere!

Stop, said the woman on the rue. Oh, please make it stop.

Up to the moon! he replied. Piles up to the moon! The bizerk ego, he implored. Spinning in self-creation! He was hysterical.

Please, she said to him, looking away. You’ve gone mad.

The ego has got to burst, he replied. Oh, piles, of it. Glimmering, schmaltzy and bad! Yes! You need too much, too many of everything!

He looked at the dainty woman. He said in a low voice: then I’ll burn it all down.

What? she asked, looking up.

Then I’ll burn the pile down. And leave.