|If yi wiz a puelly fleein oer Seafield Street yi wid see a kin o
fouk wakkin aboot n yi micht think they wiz a much o a much bit if yi could
see fit wiz gaun on in thir heeds yi widnae think that at a. Thirs nae mony fouk
these days as can get thir heeds tae sit still for mare than jist a meentie or twa
sik a shame.
||A seagull flying over the village might think that all the people were
much the same. If it could read their minds, however, it would think otherwise. There are
few people these days whose minds can be still for more than a few minutes at a time -
such a shame.