t. c. mitts

Mits is profoundly involved in the words he absorbs and uses daily. Words in the newspaper make him pound his fist on the breakfast table. Words spoken to him by his superiors puff him up with pride or send him scurrying to work harder. Words that he has overheard being spoken about him behind his back worry him sick. Words that he spoke before a clergyman some years ago have committed him to one woman for life. Words written on pieces of paper keep him at his job and bring bills in the mail every month that keep him paying and paying.

S. I. Hayakawa

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