Yes, yes yes, there it was. Youth must go, ah yes. But youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much as being one of these Maloney toys you giddy being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin and with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it ditties, like walking, O my brothers. But it ditties in a straight line and bangs straight into things bang bang, and it cannot help what it is doing. Being young is like being like one of these Maloney machines.