The inspiration for this address comes from Little Tim—or should I call him Tiny Tim? And this is odd because I don’t really know his name. He belonged to the D-stream of a school, and he sat on the front row of the class to which I was speaking. I have no idea now what I was talking about: but I do know that to all intents and purposes Little Tim was unmoved by any of my eloquence. His round little face was immobile, and nothing that I could do seemed able to disturb its obvious complacency. And then—I do not know what caused it all to happen, and I like to think it was not because he had noticed that my shoelace was undone or my front eollar-stud missing—the trace of a smile began to appear upon his lips. It broadened to a horizontal line across his round and homely face; and then the vision faded. Little Tim returned once again to his former state.