In short

Thanks for that wonderful letter, I feel pulchritudinous. I feel like a Hero in a ballad. A 20 year old typewriter that hasn't been touched, a run-on sentence that just left, like Greuze, that French painter that died in 1805, a big brown thing headed towards your face, you, I feel.



We're lucky the lights are on, so we don't trip over our asses.

T hank you and I love you,
O liva