I can not do it myself. When I’ve tried the added Twos come out
threes, seventies, nines, twelves--all the mysterious numbers. Never
Fours.
Long ago I decided not to try but to wait for God.
I juggle with temperamental and psychic Twos and experiment in
hysteric additions.
But it’s no good my trying to make Fours.
If God does not take it up I shall be eternal Twos.
And I seem not greatly to care: whenever that comes home to me I
merely light a carefree cigarette.
_Knitting or plaiting straw_