Heat and Anger

“Papa”

“Yes, dear daughter?”

“Mom’s name is Anger and your name is Heat. I think when we get angry we feel hot. So these two are related. Isn’t it so Papa?”

“Yea. Indeed.”

“Then why are you two living apart?”

“Look, these things are dealt with the heart. OK? Go do your homework.”

“But Papa…”

“Now what?”

“HEART? There is an ‘E’ lying between you and mom. I mean Between ‘H’ and ‘A’. Then who is this ‘E’?

“…”

“Papa who is this…”

“You’re paying less attention to your math. You have to do subtraction, not addition. See the sign.”

“Papa, let me say, in the word HEART…”

“Oh these are only names…Heat, Anger – just like yours, Clarity. Just stop this nonsense on linguistics and go through your problems. And stay away from PROBLEMS.”

“You dads are rather like Hell
Your heads are like the school bell
Toll in the same pace
Hang on the same place
And never give a chance
To play with the fence.”

SB
23-March-2006