The Big Gloom

I’m always afraid that my absurd manner may discredit the thought or the leading idea. I have no elocution. My gestures are always inappropriate, and that makes people laugh, and degrades my ideas. I’ve no sense of proportion, either, and that’s the great thing; that’s the chief thing in fact… I know it’s better for me to sit still and keep quiet. When I persist in keeping quiet, I seem very sensible, and what’s more I think things over. But now it’s better for me to talk.