A Page From Your Book (From Meaninglessness and Its Discontents)(48 of 50)

The column of smoke surprises the echo of your charm. You would have been elegant in your prime, had your prime been there when you arrived. But, as it is, it’s lucky me, because only I can put you in the right context. I’ve always admired columns of smoke. It surprises me how orderly a fire can be on a still day with no ceiling to spoil it. If I digress, it’s just an echo of your charm. You tore a page from your book and wrote me a note like this. In fact, you wrote me this note. Thanks.