If it is possible to tell how I am I would like for you to show me. Let it be something to sink my teeth into. I look forward to our convergence and my practice is arranged for this meeting. Yet each errand erases all trace of the suitor I am and replaces it not with a cure but a clue. In hot pursuit I aggravate and my barefaced commands confuse. What logical and cultural legitimacy can be made to attend my such short notice appointments? It is hard work, but profound, to make words in advance. I could hound and I have, shifted study and recessed, sorted callers and consent to wrapping my head around corners. My right side is sore from ignoring whatÕs left. I fear IÕll never get even.