The Quiet World In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.