May I be excused?  I really don't want dessert.
The meal was appreciated but I am no longer hungry.

You wish me to stay at the table?  I'd rather not;
I don't care to observe the conclusion of all of your meals.

I'd like to go into the other room.  Sit in a leather chair
And read in one sitting an Agatha Christie novel, then murmur

Goodnight to nobody, go to my rented room, get my jacket,
Come down the stairs and leave through those French doors

Forever.  Stay seated, all of you.  Enjoy each other's company.  
But for me Life is no longer a Wodehouse comedy.  

Yes ,the feeling is well portrayed.  I know that feeling.   Scary. 

dear Jonathan

a well deserved editor's choice.

congratulations !

silent lotus


i hope the editor who picked this will make themselves known.

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I like this very much.
it deserves the pick,
it's wonderful.

tiko