Also once transcribed that bitterest-of-sweet epitaphs, delivered with such aching musicality.
(But we had also to have eyes rubbed in what 'civil'ization had wreaked; the tiny apartment kitchen, the cigarette in ashtray, the suited-narcissist consort / the raw liver! unappetizingly slopped into some bowl.)

Oh Cruel Director.

Ah Jenny, Jenny -- Quo Vadis, lass?
Yes, time to revisit that nubile vision.