You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone — you
meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
This section ends with four solo flourish on acoustic guitar from Ian, and then swings onwards into the next theme. Meanwhile, as he plays, Jeffrey gives the following speech:
Ian is now playing a rhythmic link sequence consisting of alternating bars of C minor suspended 4th and F Major. This quiet and very pleasant interlude precedes an entry by John's organ which then unites with the guitar to provide a textural overlay rich in percussive counter-rhythms. Young Gerald Bostock's poem is then taken up once more, sung of course by Mr. Anderson, and after a further ten bars the guitarist, the drummer, and I myself will blend and aspire towards eager participation in anticipation of the orgasmic sensation to follow.