When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher.

“Love is a big knot of whys.”

“The night in question, I had put aside my perpetual lavatory read, The Decline …”

“Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of ori…”

“I'm shoutin' back more'n forty long years at myself, yay,...Oy, list'n! Times a…”