I may well never know.
And why?
The Owner's Manual.
Oh, I'm as keen as the next guy - don't get me wrong - for the hot new thing, and (if that did not dishearten you) I can even get past a lurid font, an un-linear printing, a fuzzy illus-tration. It's the sequence of the assembly, that I don't think I could master, before it were time to take on the next inven-tion. Still, there must be a Customer Service department, surely?
I'm not sure about these bungee cords. Where do they go?
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ReplyDeleteI took a lot of soul searching to get just right. I will leave it up to your wonderfully fertile imagination as to what one does with the bungee cord when so expertly handled with a young man with such profound body adornment.
ReplyDeleteWith Best Wishes to you into the New Year 2011!
ReplyDeleteYou cannot mean to say, David, that you would abdicate your expertise in tradition, in congenial leniency toward a potential lapse of form? One's own fault, of course; I should have known to call you straight away. But if you mean, by "profound," the idea of "underlying" rather than "expository," then I have to say I really do agree with you. The natural adornment of the frame surpasses all the commentaries, and this is never not the case with me. So now you see the risk you incurred, by leaving one to the imagination. I imagine laying the bungees aside, and the ink they rode in on.
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By accident or design, by luck or fatigue of fate, I will make a picture fulfilling your fair wishes, EA, and that will be a happy year. Withal, the same to you and your marvelous work.
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