Pass the chalk. Dr. Levine was there with a friend and fellow psychiatrist (detect a pattern?), Alexa Albert, Coco’s mother, who squinted up into the sun as her daughter effortlessly sailed skyward. Dr. Albert is an acrophobe.

Edmund: This is the Jane Herrington? Percy: Yes. Edmund: Jane - bury-me-in-a-Y-shaped-coffin - Herrington. Percy: I.., I think maybe there are two Jane Herringtons. Edmund: No... Tall, blond, elegant? Percy: Right, that's right. Edmund: Goes like a privy door when the plague is in town?

[…]some diseases that are desperate: among which sort since mine is vnrecurable, I greeue to discouer it, knowing this, that all the Eloborus of Anticira, al the drugs, of India, all the gold in Ganges, cannot purge one dram of my melancholy, pacifie one fit of my feuor, nor buy me one ownce of content?

And may we not remember that the poverty of spirit of this Beatitude is, if we pursue the Greek word exactly, rather a beseechingness, a beggingness, if I may coin such a term, of spirit?