“What do you think of that for a kite?” he said. I answered that it was a beautiful one. I should think it must have been as much as seven feet high. “I made it. We’ll go and fly it, you and I,” said Mr. Dick. “Do you see this?” He showed me that it was covered with manuscript, very closely and laboriously written; but so plainly, that as I looked along the lines, I thought I saw some allusion to King Charles the First’s head again, in one or two places. “There’s plenty of string,” said Mr. Dick, “and when it flies high, it takes the facts a long way. That’s my manner of diffusing ’em. I don’t
...more
Way of distancing oneself with intrusive thoughts
