There’s a lot of talk going on, when all I want is for a little peace and quiet. I want six o’clock mornings (though I never, ever get up that early). I’d like a little lady with bedhead, (heh) in her pyjamas, to drink tea with outside. Then I’d like to go swimming, I’d like to play Frisbee, and I’d like to drink some white wine in the evening, and watch a good movie. Maybe read a little, and be a little naughty with that aforementioned lady. Being near a calm and peaceful ocean would be nice, too. Play a little chess on weekends. This is the dream, and I think it’s a small and humble one. But they don’t want you to have those dreams, do they? They want more. I don’t think there is more.