While carrying out my normal chores, Pozzo commands me to think. He has told the men that I can sing and dance, but I do not know how to think. My thoughts stammer in my head. With my mouth open, I wait for words to come out. Nothing. Vladimir takes off his hat and places it on my head. With a sudden rush of fragmented thoughts, I speak whatever words I can think of, it spilling out like sand out of my hands. I have so much to say- Pozzo let me speak- I have thoughts of my own. Vladimir takes the hat off of my head, and I have run out of things to say. I stand again, silent, waiting for Pozzo's next command.
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