You are overflowing copiously and you wish he would take the time
to stop and bail you out. You abhor the idea of being drowned as
an inside job. But no, he keeps right on and along about here it
is customary for you to swoon away.
On recovering, you observe that he has changed his mind again. He
is now going in for amateur theatricals and is using you for a
theatre. First thoughtfully draping a little rubber drop curtain
across your proscenium arch to keep you from seeing what is going
on behind your own scenes, he is setting the stage for the
thrilling sawmill scene in Blue Jeans. You can distinctly feel
the circular saw at work and you can taste a hod of mortar and a
bucket of hot tar and one thing and another that have been left in
the wings. You also judge that the insulation is burning off of
an electric fixture somewhere up stage.
All this time the tooth is still offering resistance, and
eventually the dentist comes out in front once more and makes a
little curtain speech to you. He has just ascertained that what
the tooth really needed was not filling but pulling.
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