Did you think I'd forgotten about him? WELL I HADN'T. Ninevites from all walks of life are very interested in the Jew yelling at the top of his lungs -- even the noblemen drinking beer from tankards shaped like lions' heads. The Met has one such tankard; I saw it on my birthday.
But let's talk now for a moment about the arthropod bites on the backs of my legs. I woke up with them this morning and they had damn well better not be bedbug bites. I examined my mattress for signs of bedbug infestation and found none, though I did find a spider. Spider bites are fine, generally speaking. Or maybe they aren't bites at all and I'm having an allergic reaction to Rudolf Hess. Rudy, are you using long-distance Nazi witchcraft on me? From beyond the grave? That is not OK.