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title: Hymnal
genre: prose
project:
title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
css: paul
order: 2
next:
- title: Underwear
link: underwear
- title: Joke
link: joke
previous:
- title: Art
link: art
- title: Hardware
link: hardware
...
_It's all jokes_ Paul wrote in what he was now calling his Hymnal. He had
been writing non-stop all day, because he didn't 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.
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