The young one's are maddening. I must watch them come
and go as if they never know anything, but their teeth are libraries.
We could make out sometime and maybe I'd gain your industriousness, and you
my clean heat (which would otherwise make a mess of your face). Space
is limited, I am intended to say by my role as their elder, instead I
ask if it is cold outside. Would you like to come in. There
is a fireplace in the corner if you like. But only if you like.