Raymond CarverBut I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.
About This Quote
The "fidgeting" is a metaphor for the restless energy flowing through the teen, teenager or young adult. The energy can be likened to that of an electric current such as electricity flowing through a piece of machinery (by analogy, this may be compared to a child’s fidgeting about with toys). The "windows" are the windows in the mind where all thoughts and ideas are displayed for our consideration.
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