One clay teapot. One ceramic teapot. Two porcelain tea cups. Twenty pounds brown rice. One odious lump of rock candy in the shape of a sitting Buddha.

Could writing be like tai chi? Does an inner modesty produce an outer grace?

P.S. Of course, as Brother Daugherty actually points out, sometimes it is *not* an inner modesty that produces an outer grace. I'm just saying in his case it seems to. It might be genetic.