I had been watching a documentary on Leonard Cohen, and it having ended, I am now looking at a large dead elephant. Since I am an American, I see absolutely no irony in this.

Notwithstanding that, I think we shall have to send those other three recorder players off to find comfort elsewhere, since Walka.. or is not going to reconsider those other lines on the score. Best, I think, to all kiss and make up.

For starters, I extend my hand to The Snail, who I seem to have slighted in some way that I still can't make out. Still, I have great respect for him, rooted in what I know of his commitment to Dwyle Flunking, and also tied to the inspiration I have taken from the Harvey's Beer struggle--

For the rest, life is too short--and now I'm off to sue someone, or eat cold cereal, or some other such American thing--