As the flower sticks were not the best known of juggling items, this was fast becoming the thing which Len could make his own.

From these parturitions gods may really proceed—beings, that is, who, could we remain long enough to see them, would regard us as we regard the apes. Meanwhile, on those toppest floors, the eager sun, aslant, shuttles the mounting roar.

Like someone moving back in space until the earth appears as a tiny mote of light, he managed to distance himself from the immediate discomfort of pipes with dropsy, defiant plumbing tools, and the overly familiar fiberglass, by musing aloud on the evolutionary history of humans that allowed the two of us to communicate verbally, creating a word picture of the problem and how to fix it.

Once again, we see a Manichean world not unlike that of conspiracists: you can be good or you can be evil.