Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished.
(Pause.)
Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap.
(Pause.)
... O.K., so it's only the end of the weekend and the end of the month finishing, plus a third orchestrated page of Samson and Delilah: V. Disorientation (more good-lookin' cookin'),
a rodent requiem,
and various absurd errands delayed for a couple of years -- some successful,
some not.
