One afternoon a man dropped by the teahouse to see Sisman Tuccar. He said, “I have been trying to get my head around this thing that’s between what’s already gone and what hasn’t yet arrived. I thought I had it but now I don’t think I do. I’m really perplexed. Please would you explain it to me one more time.”
Said Sisman, “It’s like ice-cream in the park on a sunny day.”