And then one moment later, a friend of mine up in San Francisco, she was a friend of a mutual friend and they didn’t get on very well, only at moments. One night, riding with her, we went down, oh maybe seventy-five miles down the peninsula for a dinner, a lovely dinner, and all the way back, this very, very heavy fog, you could hardly see a few yards before you. And she was talking of this friend of mine, who she claimed to be a friend of hers, and she would rant against this woman. So and so and so, I wouldn’t even print it. You couldn’t print it, it burned the page. And then at the end of her statement, she would say, “God, bless her soul.” She kept up the entire seventy-five miles blasting this woman. And then she would qualify the whole thing: “And is all forgiven. God bless her soul.” So, she is still here, the other one has gone from this little section of time, and she’s still playing the same part, using her imagination in every way she doesn’t want in this world. And things went from bad to worst in her world. And they’re still that way. And she can’t for one moment believe she’s the cause of the phenomena of her life. Oh no, she can’t for one moment. And yet I had one long, seventy-five-mile drive with her. Well, it would take a whole lifetime to reap that harvest, what she said in that long drive from dinner back home.666 ¶14