Double reed. Yes,

Her face was magical, elfin, precious.

Her calves were gorgeous. She showed them off at every practical opportunity, and I was massively, enormously appreciative.

Melody, was the ability of your chosen young man to tolerate your narrow vision of classical music the definition of what you wanted in your late life?

If it wasn't, then please, come listen with me to Edith Piaf, or old recordings of Beverly Sills.

If it was, then please... tell him good-bye. I am a better musician. Than him.

Than you.

But I won't lord it over you the way you lorded your non-knowledge over me.

I learned to play bassoon ON MY OWN... Try that tomorrow. Yeah.

I did it 29 years ago. Solo.

Do that. I still adore your sex.

And I can still play bassoon.

You can afford a bassoon, and I think you'd have made a beautiful bassoonist.