Note : In Scenes II and XI, music is called for, and this is furnished by the Volunteer Firemen's Band, led by Eddie Simpson, who wears waggable whiskers and is always two notes behind his colleagues as to melody.

If I forced myself to let myself be made love to against my inclination I'd hang myself for a rapist. There is self-rape, isn't there?

The summer went flying swiftly by with the twock of a bat hitting a baseball, or the spong of a tennis ball hitting the hard clay court, followed by an aggressive grunt (preferably Ami's). Speaking of which, I did see Ami a few times […]

pursue one's dreams