I'm amounting to something in the world this afternoon.

I'm making a noise, and that makes you make music.

Don't be bothered by my bleating out such things as that.

I'm really frightened, and that makes me bleat anything.

I'm frightened about two things: I'm afraid of what I'll think of myself later if I don't keep talking--talking now, I mean--and I'm afraid of what I'll think of myself if I do.