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. . . .
