VS: To others I appear an ordinary middle-aged man with thin hair in a suit - or should I say, an ordinary middle-aged man with thin hair and wearing a suit - but inside I'm a dreamer and a romantic who asks, "Why is there life? What is love? Why do I exist?" And even as I sit at my desk in a small work cubicle, my mind soars free beyond the confines of this tedium to the infinite realms of space and time, of truth and beauty, and asks, "How could such longings exist if it weren't for the fact that somewhere, somehow, there is someone who could fulfill them?" My mouthwash? Puccini, of course. (SWIGS MOUTHWASH. GARGLES. SPITS. SINGS TENOR NOTE.)
TR: Puccini....the mouthwash for the man who cares.
© 1996 by Garrison Keillor