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Chapter 8: Sonnet

I have an appointment with my old friend
Edward.  I’m meeting him at a cozy rest-
aurant along the downtown harbor for
lunch.  I think non-sequiturs and para-

doxes the spices of life.  Also, ever since 

I can recall, I’ve seemed unable to relay 

anything to anyone succinctly.  There’s 

always more to tell, and not enough time

to tell it.  That’s me.  So I have inter-
rupted my regularly scheduled pro-

gram (if you will), to tell you that
Edward is a brazenly thin young

man with an abstruse but del-
ightful sense of fashion. . .