A small serious man enters, wearing a leather weskit, a bloused linsey-woolsey shirt, and old leather boots.

What, no trousers?

Losing trousers is the least of my worries, when so many have lost so much more.

All I have to give is the tune this old instrument has in it. All I have to say has been said before.

So we'll just say it again.

And to those no longer with us, our thought turn anew.

LTS