A friend of mine gave me a letter last Monday night, she said, “I was with my friend Sharon”—they’re both here tonight—and she said, “I saw you sitting on the outside of the stage in a blue suit, and you were so thin, so pale, so weak, and the blue suit seemed as weak and worn as you. Sharon and I knew you needed some kind of strength, and so we got you a chocolate pudding and then we got you a chocolate ice cream, and then a chocolate bar to give you some substance, some energy to go onto the platform. So we led you to the platform. You suddenly disappeared and re-appeared as nothing but light, only your head was there. You were a giant of a man, towering over all, and the stage seemed to be enormous. There was no light but you, and only your head which shown like the sun. The light was so intense that it woke me. And may I tell you” she said as an afterthought, “what Sharon and I bought you, the ice cream, the chocolate bar, and the chocolate pudding cost twenty-eight cents.”618 ¶25