it is all jokes paul wrote in what he was now calling his hymnal he had been writing non-stop all day because he did not count pee or cigarette breaks all art is an inside joke the symbology involved must be and here he put down his pen and held his head in his hands he could never think of the word he said often that he had no words he opened to a new page in his hymnal on the top of it was written in bold script hymn 386 jokes paul scowled who had written in his hymnal he wondered he said it out loud a moment after who has written in my hymnal he realized he was alone in his writing shack which was really a shed in the back of his mother's garden he wondered why he had to say his thoughts before they became real to him if this was a habit or an inborn trait he realized simultaneously that a he could ask someone and b that this was something he wondered every time he spoke his thoughts out loud he resolved to put the issue to rest by asking someone