All right, that's it! You despicable people have tested my patience for the last time. I wash my hands of you. I have nothing more to say to you. I regard you as less than the dirt beneath my shoes. If you were dying of thirst in the desert, I wouldn't give you a drop of my sweat. You are all smelly, stupid, morally repugnant, useless, idiotic, vain, and contemptible. You haven't the intelligence or good taste of a garden slug. You arouse loathing and provoke sardonic laughter wherever you go. Nothing you do is worthy or admirable. Your understanding of folk and blues music is comparable to a toad's understanding of the works of Chopin. You make a grunting Neanderthal look like "the shining future of man". You are swine, offal, human garbage, idiocy and evil incarnate.

Don't expect to EVER hear from Harry Critchwright again! Goodbye!