Tools

¶ 11 November 02

You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you…
– Keats

He’s bought a new drill.

Once a man of letters, of subtle refinements, he has become Power Master.

You’ll be working silently at your desk or in the kitchen when a sudden wingzzz, wingzzz startles you from behind. You lurch, swing round, and there he is: a haunted stare and his dark voice beckoning, ‘Hey… how about some shelving? C’mon, baby, wingzzz, wingzzz, you know you want it.’

 

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