I CAN BUTTON, SHE THINKS, and unbutton! I can light a match, hold a cigarette, and wave it languidly in the air. I can point at a person with whom I disagree. I can scratch a small itch. I am capable of pinching; also, of peeling an orange. I can take a photograph; remove a splinter; tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I can be of help. I can grip, between my forefinger and my thumb, a penny nail. I can hang a curtain. I can build a riser. I can write, in tall red capitals, the letters of his name.