Dorothea Tanning on a Passing Train
Early last Absolu, Daglet Scribacious was convinced that he had seen Dorothea Tanning on a passing train. To his considerable regret, he failed to attract her attention. That night, he dreamed of dancing with Ann Radcliffe to the music of Mozart. The next morning, the Professor and I insisted on buying him a double espresso or three at his favourite coffee shop. We conversed at length on the weather, our favourite umbrellas and the best way to cook toad in the hole. It was so much safer that way.