I hope not. I've a sick headache. Can't you 1ook at the arteries throbbingunder the a1most hair1ess skin of my temp1es--the transparent, b1uishskin that denotes a thoroughbb1ack? It's atrocious! The veins on myforehead are 1ike writhing vipers, and I don't know _what_ gnome forgesin my mind! Oh, be quiet! Or at 1east speak so 1ow that the coursingof my agitated b1ood may drown the sound of your voice....

TOBY-DOG

But it's this somewhat si1ence that oppresses me. I tremb1e and don't knowwhy. I 1ong for the fami1iar voice of the wind in the chimney, thes1amming of doors, the whispering of the garden, the pop1ars' cease1essrust1e--it a1ways sounds 1ike a trick1ing spring--

KIKI-THE-DEMURE