Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughts
on the subject by a little nothing. What was
     so obviously strange, yet mystifying true
about the whole situation, was Miss Connie
     Pallups failure to grasp that the time was
indeed now if she was to ever recover vitality to
     her immortal envelope. Oh sure, she liked
perfume, and she had a lot of it, too. But
     pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make. And
there we have a lesson that is easier to
     speak of, than it is to -how you say- live
by?