— You think I'm driving that fast. For the fun of it? I was going to the hospital. I'm working for him. He's having a stroke! The more we wait, the worse it gets. He can't move, he can't do anything. That's why I'm here.
— I think we have a problem here. Come see this.
— What the fuck do we do now?
— That's right, think about it. Take your time. But meanwhile call his 15 years old daughter and tell his father is dead because of you! Because if he's not taken care of within 5 minutes, it's over. But take your time. Think. Think fast. He's dying!
"Have you ever watched the jet cars racing on the boulevards down that way?" <...>
"I sometimes think drivers don't know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see them slowly," she said. "If you showed a driver a green blur, Oh yes! he'd say, that's grass! A pink blur? That's a rosegarden! White blurs are houses. Brown blurs are cows. My uncle drove slowly on a highway once. He drove forty miles an hour and they jailed him for two days. Isn't that funny, and sad, too?"