Drivel

Looking down at the gooey mess on his shoes, Barnaby paused. He blinked, sighed, and tucked his journal away.

"Citizens!" he shouted. "I have solved the energy crisis with the power of flavor!" drivel

"That is complete and utter ," muttered a woman at the next table, not looking up from her book. "Total balderdash ." Looking down at the gooey mess on his shoes, Barnaby paused

Barnaby Pringle was a man of many words, though few of them made any sense. He sat at the corner of the local café every morning, nursing a cold espresso and scribbling furiously into a leather-bound journal. To the casual observer, he looked like a visionary poet; to his neighbors, he was the neighborhood source of . "I have solved the energy crisis with the power of flavor

"It's not genius, Barnaby," the mailman sighed. "It's just .".

One Tuesday, Barnaby stood up and cleared his throat so loudly that three pigeons took flight from the sidewalk.

"Perhaps," he conceded to the dog, "the world isn't ready for my genius."