Few’s Exit, Stage Left. Chapter 11.

Van’s singing, mumbling to himself “The elm from which false dreams cling Ding a ding a ding ding ding” Then he’s grunting again. It comes to mind that a lot of his tunes end up in a grunt exposition. He’s got song apnoea. It’s unsettling, like Maria Sharapova’s on board. I try to break the…