Where burning Sappho lunged and Sang by the Wine Dark Sea Wah Da Doo Dah..
In the Temple by the Moonlight. Wah de Doo Dah. Sorry.
But don’t say it, Nancy, I... I know it’s been hard, but I wanted to give you the swellest honeymoon a girl ever had. We’re going to Greece!
And swim the English Channel?
“No, to Ancient Greece, where burning Sappho lunged and sang....
The Further Adventures of Nick Danger Third Eye
.....” I was sitting in my office on that drizzly afternoon listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop and reading my name on the glass of my office door. “Regnad Kcin”. My secretary lay snoring on the floor her long, beautiful gams pinioned under the couch. I didn’t hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume... Pyramid Patchouli. There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent and I had to find out who he was.
Good afternoon, Mr.... Danger. I’m Rocky Rococo.....”
Great stuff- Firesign, and a long time ago. Heh— Good one, Shady!