...my mind: Count? No. Hum? Never. Imagine a stream? "Oh! A stream!" I thought to myself, "I just visited one of those a few days ago!" At this point I began comparing the stream I'd just visited, the Gasconade river here in Missouri, to the stream in Alfred Tennyson's "The Brook." I recited the opening lines . . . I come from haunts of coot and hern / I make a sudden sally . . . "What the hell is ...

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