I inhale the words and form a picture in my mind and try to sing the picture.

The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.

My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire

Mr. Cullen, you look distant and aloof. But I know my words are entering you're disturbed mind.

[In other words, they observed Dilbert and Dogbert, The Boss and Catbert, all moving around in the memo-maze of comic-strip cubicles that make up his beige and barren world.] In the end, ... when you see the final product, the solution is very specific to the problems we saw. We wanted to know how to make the cube more homey, more lie what those characters want.

To my mind legitimate questions have been raised by several of our witnesses about the standards of the application and selection process, questions which must in fact be answered by ICANN,