I don’t have the top hat like my ancestors . . . well, my predecessors, had. I’ve got one of these little snap-brim caps like English motorists and golfers wear and a very nice scarf. Quite bon vivant, I think. I’ve had to give up the pipe and I never drink. Still, I’ve got a big smile for everyone. I’m a traditionalist. I like the old songs, “White Christmas”, “Ain’t Misbehavin’”, “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore”, songs like that. But I try to stay up to date, try to be aware of what’s happening, I’m very concerned about global warming, for instance, but it’s difficult in my field to get any real information. And what can I do? Not that I’m complaining. I like it here; I feel at home, very much a part of my environment. It does get lonely at times though, there are so very few women in these parts and I’m not the best looking guy around, with my strange build and very odd nose. Sometimes I think they put my nose in the wrong place. Still, I have always hoped that someone would come along, someone who would melt in my arms. A woman with whom I could become one. You wouldn’t guess it to look at me but I’m a romantic. But it’s getting rather late in the season for me. So, I’m inclined just to drift. . . . I don’t have any problems getting through the night; it’s the days that are so long and difficult now that spring is coming. Oh, spring is beautiful with the new buds on the trees and the bright sunshine, but it’s such a melancholy season. It causes one to reflect. . . . Oh, but here I go, running off at the mouth again.