—Look, I wish you’d get that teaching job in perspective.
“Awake thee my lady love, awake thee and rise… the sun through the bower beats into thy eyes”, or something like that. (Jean Simmons quotes George Darley, Morning Song, 1827)
Then I sleep. Me and myself in my great big bed. We sleep.
—What’s your position on a July wedding?
—Oh… July, August, September or October.
—Don’t let me hurry you.
—What are we going to do about lunch?
—We haven’t had breakfast yet.