affame_le_geant_the_edge_of_silence fyn gula "cual es el?" saumboo asked, sensing something was wrong. "parece usted tiene algo decir me que, solamente le no desee decirlo." it felt to him there was something puppertwinkle had to say but wasn't saying it. he stopped smiling and grew serious. puppertwinkle's ears drooped. "su ceguera evita no solo usted considere sino que tambien evita qe otros le consideren," he said, referring to saumboo's blindness. he told him with deep respect that not only did it prevent him from seeing, but it also prevented others from seeing him. he climbed into saumboo's lap and laid his head on his own little bony feet. "como puedo ayude alguien si no pueden verme?" saumboo asked, absentmindedly running his hand down puppertwinkle's back. thinking of boffden's ultimate intention of having him serve dennis browne, he was wondering how he could help someone if he wasn't able to be seen. he was very confused. there was desperation in his voice. "usted tendra que verse," puppertwinkle said, staring up at saumboo with compassion. he basically told him that he would have to become visible. "pero como?" saumboo asked. and this was the intimate question puppertwinkle dreaded to be asked. "but how?" the private solicitation he feared to encounter. his trembling returned involuntarily and he could not do anything to stop it. although saumboo could not see puppertwinkle's nervous quaking, undeniable evidence that he was perplexed by the query, he was wary of this lengthy pause, this gap in the process of answering, this teetering along the edge of silence. for it was this that saumboo knew: puppertwinkle possessed critical bits of unfilterd wisdom, flammable words with fuses unlit, each vowel and consonant a match ready to be hit. and when the fire burst forth it would consume everything in its path. 020501 what's it to you? who go blather from