Considering the implementation of a silicone implants or six pack abs only policy—no Bruce Vilanch, no Septimus Smith— I finally admit that we’re getting very late Roman Empire here. The whole place is an AstroTurfed gymnasium; we might as well be building a monument to our own nausea.

Then, I recall having long believed that here, in 1979, I was the cause of an actual fight between two boys who both chose me.

You fool! That ribbon was minimized eons ago. You can’t access the file—it’s missing.

I recall feeling slightly proud but disturbed by that, that though I cannot see that world, or hear it, yet I am of it. I know that looks like a bit of poolside hocus pocus sort of thing, but in truth actually it’s not. But we know it’s not. Because these kinds of sums appear in physics, and in physics, we don’t get Instagram answers. The wherewithall: here, I can imagine it. Helen Hayes, Helen Churchill Candee, Helen Taft, Helvitica, Helen Carter, Helen Suzman, Helen Hunt, Geschichte des Hellenismus, Hellas Montes