:54:47
Unfortunately, Miss Simpson...
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...we are not writing a musical.
:54:59
Mr Benson, you did all these pages
last night? All by yourself?
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While some of us
were snug in our bed,
:55:08
other more productive citizens
were up
:55:10
toiling in the vineyards
of beautiful letters.
:55:13
I'm only sorry that you,
as a fledgling writer,
:55:16
weren't present to observe
with your own big magic eyes
:55:19
a seasoned professional in action.
:55:21
I was, in those few short hours,
:55:24
the great DiMaggio, going back,
back, back for the high-fly ball.
:55:28
I was Manolete in Seville,
going over the horns for the kill.
:55:32
And missing, fortunately, because
I can't stand the sight of blood.
:55:36
I was Pablo Picasso, deftly...
:55:40
...adding the third eye
to a portrait of his lady love.
:55:45
I was...
:55:48
How do you spell ingenuous?
:55:50
L-N-G-E-N-U-O-U-S.
:55:53
I was afraid of that.
:55:55
In addition to the nine and a half
yards of pages I wrote,