Sometimes the notion comes to me while Im talkin to people that maybe I dont make myself clear, and its been so for some time now-the things I see in my mind fadin away from me at times, like ships in a fog. And thats strange enough, too, if what people tell me so often is true-that it used to be so one time that the office clerks would correct their account-books by what I told em out of my head. But sometimes-not often-things come back to me, like to-day-maybe because tis a winter day and a gale o wind drivin the sea afore it in the bay below there. Things come to me then-like pictures-wind...