2349. Often, in an argument, when the stage of the 
smashing of crockery is reached, it is followed by a long silence. The 
silence after the broken crockery sound is never ever indicative of a 
truce, or a meeting of minds about the cause of an argument. No, it is 
the silence of intransigence, the sound of the complete breakdown of 
communication.  
2350. I know what you are going to say about this 
argument taking place in Grandmother’s mind. You are going to dismiss it
 out of hand by saying, “Who on earth could possible care what imaginary
 nonsense is going in the head of some senile old lady who has obviously
 suffered all her life from schizophrenia.”
 2351. Those voices of hers are just the fleeting remnants of the contradictions in her unconscious mind, and are of no more importance that the fragments of dreams we remember when we wake up. Any person who wants to take directions in their life from half remembered dreams, may as well start depending on reading tea leaves, of consulting fortune tellers. This, I imaging, is what you are going to say to me.

 
 
 
  
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