I tried using my high position to make everyone wear little hats. 

There is a chortle which is the chord of three ideas struck at once: a man carrying a hatrack; a wishbone in the center of an enormous plate; an idiot watching a snowfall. 

Nothing could be predicted. Behind the closed lid, the outstretched hand, what streamers, shocks, accordions of foam!

I strode sideways through adoring crowds, till the day my perfect profile crashed through a storefront.