newspaper (this morning's), and the headline suggests that my voice had reached the top of the darkened Dome. The headline read: "Willobee Stalls Adjournment with Tirade." See? "Tirade!" I must have gone far overboard. Which isn't at all like me. [People know that!] All of a sudden, still standing there, I could see all my life's errors striking at my eyes. All the wrong decisions and so many now-instant regrets; bills I should have entered and did not, and vice-versa. I trembled on that Floor, naked and vulnerable, "lonely" even! Well, I'll come to that, if you still want me to. [I hope she'll try not to harp on the poorer jobs that all manufacturers, everywhere in the world, seem to be doing. 'Hardly surprising that many insurance companies are going broke. Law suits against banks hardly helped them either. Say, why did The World Bank disappear? and the Federal Reserve. . . . I'm not sure, but I should be.] Here's Willa again.

If you have read a morning's paper, I'm surprised you haven't called to find out just what came over me. I hear Molly yelling out there in the other office. At Doug? It was Doug who shoved an edge of a morning's paper under my door and called to me to look at it, and now he's no doubt out there annoying Molly. The old "tease" exercise. I'll break-in on her high dudgeon with my own dudgeon, and have her type the last part of my speech that's in the paper, just in case you missed it. Why they printed the whole thing I don't know. There's so much world news that skinny papers don't mention! - because paper mills' dangers made it necessary to shut down most of them. Terrible poverty and starvation everywhere. Yes, and there are more and more drunks - all ages - quite a big percentage of those millions, here and overseas. They keep stumbling around. Many many thousands are homeless (HOME!?). They should eat. They need meat, but now all beef that even looks sick here is outlawed! Just as well. Most people were eating too much protein, anyway. Kosher meat, and only that, for a couple of weeks, would help them, I think. [Willa is a vegetarian.] They don't need a hospital, fortunately, and neither do mothers who are glad to have their babies at home, where they should have been having them all along, with some kind of doctors not too far away. And no "rotten" food!: Also!--there are no new licenses for anything at all, except for some cars and some credit cards and some planes, now dangerous. [No visas, and not just because of "weather" or hi-jackings. No trains; few trucks. Good spare parts for anything are scarce, scarcer. Just as runaway kids - who aren't the nasty killers - are many many. And missing. Am I turning this into a broken record? Well, Willa is interrupting too!]