I'm of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book.

Hold your pen and spare your voice.

But I don't give up; I forget why not.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

I know that an author must be brave enough to chop away clinging tentacles of good taste for the sake of a great work. But this is no great work, you see.

tomorrow's gone-we'll have tonight!

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.