Last night Lesley sent me a mobile-phone message: “Tell me something wonderful, something that will drive me crazy with desire.” I discovered it only this afternoon. The first thing that came to my mind was the first line from a boisterous Monty Python song: “Sit on my face and tell me that you love me…” Unfortunately, this line does not work all that well without a marching band in the background. Not wishing to drive her crazy with desire, I sent her a haiku of sorts: “The afternoon wind has wiped the sky clean just before sunset and set the stage for a bright summer night.” The night is bright already, but she has kept quiet.