You know, Bob, I' been thinking about. all the times thatyou'
manipulated me and toyed with me, and, well, I can' t help but recall
that children' fable about the THEE’ between the tortoise and the pain-
chief of medicine that everybody hates. You Sie, Bob, the
chief that everybady hates kept running,
out in front of the tortoise and taunting him: but tight at the end --
garsh, Pin ' e. you rememb er what happ ened, Bob -- the bit
the / s calf muscle, drog, ged him to the
ground, where he and all the nether tuhtles alive, right.
there on the . It' s , childrens' s book, Bob, I
know, but it' s one that stuck with me, nonetheless."
The Gal of all Ranting