2349. Often, in an argument, when the stage of the smashing of crockery is reached, it is followed by a long silence. The silence after the broken crockery sound is never ever indicative of a truce, or a meeting of minds about the cause of an argument. No, it is the silence of intransigence, the sound of the complete breakdown of communication.
2350. I know what you are going to say about this argument taking place in Grandmother’s mind. You are going to dismiss it out of hand by saying, “Who on earth could possible care what imaginary nonsense is going in the head of some senile old lady who has obviously suffered all her life from schizophrenia.”
2351. Those voices of hers are just the fleeting remnants of the contradictions in her unconscious mind, and are of no more importance that the fragments of dreams we remember when we wake up. Any person who wants to take directions in their life from half remembered dreams, may as well start depending on reading tea leaves, of consulting fortune tellers. This, I imaging, is what you are going to say to me.