March 23, 2006
"But this cannot be," Eduardo exclaimed. "That you are marrying the selfsame woman to whom I gave my heart only last night!" Marsha finished flossing her upper teeth and turned away. "My God," Eduardo continued. "Have you seen the rump on that woman?" "She is mine now," Manfred continued, "and she has always been mine, and I am here to ask you to change her from a stork to a woman so we can be properly married in England, where I have my leech farm. She can no more be yours than a postal worker can be made of basalt."