and now you’ve heard my story, señores, seen my tears flow, my ribbon fan, my limb spin wildly without taking a break, knowing the hatchery and the grave are in the same sea, and perhaps I should have ended the whole thing there but we get carried away, you see, so did you like it or was it too long? what time I began talking is a mystery, see, oh you’re standing to leave, so soon, well I’ll join you, I’ve got my silver jewellery on and a sore throat, I’m ready to go, no? no countesses, no conspiracy or poisoned flute for you, we have a mutual respect for each other, don’t we, so why the look of displeasure like you’re not sure why I’m still here? one second,…
