what you looking at, harv?
harvey turns from the mirror to look at viola.
would you say my head is small?
viola looks at the enormous
locust stump of a head on harvey’s shoulders.
yes, harv, your head is small.
harvey grins.
it doesn’t matter, he says. small heads can have
as many brains in them as big heads.
i happen to know i have a very well-filled head.
viola smiles and says:
harvey, that sounds like the reasoning of a man
with a small head.