_Special cameo appearance by HIM and ME. They’re old. They’re haggard. They’ve vacuumed too many floors, gazed at too many varnished ships. They’re fat. One of them’s still cute._ HIM: Do you know why you quit piano in the first place? ME: Because I quit believing in myself. HIM: Isn’t that rather maudlin? ME: Sure; I guess that’s why I always preferred classical to contemporary. Kind of a noise cancellation type of thing. HIM: Whose fault is it? ME: Is what? HIM: That you quit believing in yourself. ME: No one’s. HIM: I see. And what are you going to do about it now? ME: What do you think? _[polishing a prelude like a well worn sword]_