The Recognitions - pg. 271

- I know, like I remember Baby and I were baked in a pie. And sometimes I try to write a poem and I cannot; and so I write down something I remember. It is the same feeling. I wrote down the poem about Baby and I were baked in a pie and some silly boy thought it was my po-em! Then she said, -I dreamt about you. She paused. -I dreamt you came to visit me. But when you knocked on the door, I opened the door and there was no one there. No one was there.
He was grinding something in a mortar. He did not stop.
- But I dreamt about you again. That was a terrible dream and I will tell you about it now because the mirrors are put away. Do not put them up again.