“. . . my mind (which is too much of a busybody to suit me) . . .” E.B. White Why is this charming and amusing? Because the mind is so quintessentially a part of the person. More than a part, it almost is the person, but White speaks of it here as though it is an entity in itself, going its own way, doing what it wants to do, which sometimes it does, as, for instance, when it maddeningly sings the same tune over and over at a low level when you want it to concentrate on something else.