When Thomas Putnam opened up the box of jarred jellies, he didn't expect to find any of them broken. Yet all of them were broken! What could he do? Take them out and tell no one and toss the hammered wooden box into the woods? Lick between the glass bits and get all that good jelly from some state he didn't know about yet?
I'll tell you what he did. He raised his hands up and gave the empty space a big yelp of a "yes! thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
It is broken glass! It is the unmaking of something made in the past. This is a history in an empty Smuckers warehouse. You don't know of it, but it is still there.
Thomas spoke to himself, "tell our president he has nothing to worry about. he is no more responsible than you or I."
Then, could you believe it? Some jelly beans rolled toward him and he cast them into the corner, with his good throwing arm. "I DON'T LIKE JELLY BEANS! YOU HEAR ME, WORLD? I DON'T LIKE THEM AT ALL!"