[Redbook1:179C][197010c.]{My
Friend Toad}[c. October 1970]
“My friend
Toad lives under a stone too; but he and his Stone stay put and watch the world
go past. It's a quiet life and a happy
one, and as Toad watches us he thanks God for insects and his Stone. He laughs at the petty bustle of our frantic
days; he rejoices in his own changeless meditation. Poor Toad!
He feels so smug, so detached; he doesn't realise that one day the
police will come to him too, and he'll be Toad away.”
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