”Look, take it from me. If I tried to explain in detail it
would be months and months before you even got a glimmer of what gives. My soul
is like a pawn shop. I mean it’s filled with unredeemed pleasures, old
clarinets, and cameras, and moth-eaten fur. But,” I said, ”let’s not get into a
debate over it. I am only trying to tell you how you make me feel out here in
this tribe. You’re great, Itelo, I love you, I love the old lady, too. In fact
you’re all pretty damned swell, and I’ll get rid of those frogs for you if I
have to lay down my life to do it.”
