But it’s just never enough.
I’ve had it up to here with
your snide comments; you
don’t have to tell me which
century we’re in. Denver’s
gone to Texas, and Carol
the Sparrow is at this very
moment dancing somewhere
in that part of France that no
body ever brings up. And
then there was you. Tiny,
effervescent you. Up! Up!
Up with which I shall not put!
