The inevitable movement from penis to children, from word play to work and play. As if a tunnel few come out from (is this another vaginal canal? vaporetto?), how to bring passion (lazy arcs of buttocks and languid arms; lacy bikini panties perfectly visible through the diaphanous skirt) through the oshkosh and sneakers, the disposable diapers and exhaustion of the eleven o’clock news. He appeared in this get-up (what to do when your get up and go has got up and gone=old blues lament) like the great child he was, gleeful and glorious: Umberto descendere, w/c. The cchildren groww and wwe grow awway ww&ccc, so wwrong (every sentencce should be interwwoven wwith wwife and cchild in doubled vision).There is a serious neural interruption. What the infant Obie saw, eyes wide to the universe: the end of the riddles in the middle.