So what did he do? He gave out souvenir pumice and showed where the incandescence had brushed him I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things— Look! he would prick his thumb and press out ocher-colored drops that sizzled when they hit the plate— Volcano blood! Claimed the temperature of his body was a continuous 130 degrees and let people touch his skin for 75 cents at the back of the tent. So you touched him? She paused. Let’s say—
