"That's it!" exclaimed Bob.  "I've had enough.  This has gone too far!
my head is too big!"
	Bob's head was indeed huge.
	Some time ago, Bob had voluntarily succumbed to a form of hydroencepha-
litis given to him by doctors.  This was done as part of study.  Bob did it
for money, for he was so desperately in need of money at the time.  For a long
 time nothing seem to be happening and Bob was almost able to forget that his
head was slowly, slowly, growing.
	Time passed and Bob got a nice new job that payed very well.
	His head slowly grew.  Larger and larger it got.  The doctors had warn-
ed Bob that he should come in after a certain number of weeks, (so that they
could reverse his encephalitis,) but Bob was always busy and he kept putting
off his appointment at the hospital.  Bob's large, large head was quite
noticeable and amazing by this time, but since his job didn't involve customer
service it wasn't an issue for his employers or his fellow employees.
	Time passed.  Finally one morning as Bob was getting ready for work, he
looked in the mirror and yelled out.  Bob screamed, really.  He screamed a
scream full of horror.  He instantly ran into his kitchen where he kept his
phone, and he called one of the doctors on that phone.  He made an appointment
for the very next day to have his hydroencephalitis reversed.  It was all set.
Bob immediately felt a great relief, and returned to his morning ritual.
	That afternoon, on the way to the hospital, Bob witnessed a terrible
accident.  One car had crashed into another, much larger car.  People arrived
in ambulances and carried everyone away to the hospital except a little girl
who was stuck in the car she had been riding in.  She was stuck in there
good, and no one could get her out.  Bob went over to her and for some reason
knelt down to check her pulse.  While he was counting her little heartbeats,
her hand gripped his and she began to cry softly.  Bob could not bear to tear
himself away from the sad little girl, so while the ambulance people were
calling in for the car-opening devices, he stayed with her and held her hand.
	A long time passed, and at last the car-opening devices arrived with the
men who knew how to operate them.  They tore that car in half, but they got
the little girl out of it witout hurting her.  They put her in an ambulance
and finally Bob had to let go.  So he let go and began heading to the 
hospital again.
	But Bob's head began to hurt.  It hurt more and more and more until he
found it hard to concentrate on anything but the pain coming from his head.
The pain continued and Bob's vision began to become blurry.  He tried to keep
walking, but soon lost his balance and hit his head on the sidewalk, knocking
 him out.
	The ambulances came for Bob, but they took a long time.  While he lay
on the sidewalk he drifted in and out of sleep.  Every time he woke up he
would be confused for a minute.  Then he would remember everything, and he
would wonder if this was how he was going to die, for he was pretty sure he
was dying. Then he would try to figure out whether or not he did the right
thing stopping at the car wreck and and staying with that little girl.  Every
time he fell asleep he would forget everything, and be surprised again when he
woke up.  He went through this several times and was finally able to say to
himself with certainty that he had not made a mistake that day by stopping at
the wreck and staying with the little girl.  This was enough.  Bob fell asleep
for the last time, and that was the end of him.