James Thruber's There's an Owl in My Room" has renewed, no-rekindled my passion for writing. That a pidgeon is a pidgeon and nothing more, never was, and never more is is the most exciting description of such a thing that can elicit no excitement, as a pidgeon cannot.

To think of bored walls, sneaky creeping pipes, and tired, yawning chimneys as having more emotion than the emotionless pidgeon:

this is the htought that I wish to convey.