| | Barbara wrote:
"Everyone else just talks about how terrific they think the new issue of The Free Radical is; I can prove my devotion. I got home this afternoon, and immediately made my way to TFR to continue reading. I read happily for about an hour -- and suddenly remembered that I had left my grocery cart, bursting with groceries, outside my kitchen door. I rushed there, to find melted ice cream and runny frozen foods, and the rest of my purchases soggy with ice cream. Is this not proof?"
Men have left wives, wives their husbands, families have been rent asunder, armies have slaughtered each other, fighting over The Free Radical; this is the first time ice cream has been left to melt on account of it. Verily, this *is* proof.
Barbara further wrote:
"However, Linz, you are in trouble nevertheless. You wrote: 'But then, what would you expect of a Wagnerian?'"
Now, I don't recall writing this ... though if I didn't, I most assuredly *should* have!
Barbara added:
"Must I again ask you to meet me out in the alley to settle this once and for all?"
Naturally I'm alarmed at this recourse to force to settle differences, especially when the contest would be so one-sided (it's rumoured that Mrs. Branden received lessons in face-slapping, at least indirectly, from the world champion). But then, what would you expect of a Wagnerian?
Linz
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