"I snarl, I hiss: How can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is.
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I'm too late to save
The sadder-but-wiser girl for me.
No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby
Not for me. "
You could knock me over with a feather. It never dawned on me. Oh, and speaking of dawn, I'm watching "Before Sunset" right now. Lovely scenery - I guess you've both seen it firsthand - the scenery, that is.
I was going to use Michael Caine twice for "Too Late Now" and "Too Darn Hot", but thought that might be too confusing.