The suite was in the name of doctor leopold von sake masso of gustad. A recording of the sainted cartesan von bingen still played quietly. The sheets were stripped. There remained only a great emptiness, the bleak absence of angels that perhaps never were. Even the harpsichord keys had been wipedbadly stung by their abrupt departure. But admiring their professional acuity, i grimly adjusted the jewel combination locks of my valise and opened it to prepare my own urgent flight. I will return to the roses fom a feeling of joynext we have some commentary on the chapter by gregory sams.