He frowned and rubbed the back of his head—his little suitcase with its strange, inscrutable contents. A pause. Then he found something in his little suitcase, dragged it out, started unfolding it, and, having unfolded it, his eyes lacquered with laughter, he leapt up. “On the other hand, I am composing something for your Integral . . . and it is something! It is something!”
