081313 #copperhead But he has the message, so now he can finally put it in the right folder on the right desk. His supervisor picks it up, but his supervisor is some kind of artist, so he spends a long moment just holding it, between thumb and four fingers, admiring the sturdy feel of the stock, luxuriating in the way it holds itself upright under the yellow light of the incandescent bulb he brought from home to obviate the chilled fluorescence of industry's preoccupation with reliable mediocrity.