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To do something finally good for the world I decided to give sunflowers to lunatics. Always appreciative, those lunatics. You can't beat them for sincere appreciation. They really linger over the sunflowers. I give them ones with drooping heads the size of watermelons all full of seeds and they spend hours cracking the seeds with their teeth, plucking out the petals and holding the bald heads on their laps.
I have a vision: it's a clear, cold night and the moon is gibbous, a harvest moon. The lunatics are out in a huge field. Enormous sunflowers form a circle around them, drooping their heads toward the center. They dance joyfully inside the circle.
And me, hell I'm no different. I dance like a lunatic, too.