Excerpt
“I want you to think very clearly, and then I want you to speak very
clearly. And I want you to speak in a voice that could be heard at a distance
without yelling. I want you to find that voice that allows people at a
distance and up close to hear. One of our problems is that we don’t know
how to think and so we don’t know how to articulate. This is one of the
difficulties of our age. So this is what I expect of you.”
Ken had no fear of making his presentation but he wanted to do it
right. That first Saturday he stood up and explained each drawing and
what it meant.
“The labourer is worthy of his hire,” his father said when Ken had finished,
and he reached into his pocket for some coins.
“This is what I would like to pay for those drawings,” he said. “What
would you like to have for them?”
“I don’t know,” Ken said.
“Well, you have to know and you have to think about it.” He handed
his son the coins. “Those drawings are mine now,” he said and picked up
the dozen or so drawings, squaring off the sheets and tapping them on the
table until they were a neat, uniform stack. Then he tore them in half, put
the halves on top of each other and tore them in half again. Then, picking
up the newspaper, he disappeared behind its outspread pages.

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