...of colourless green ideas dreaming furiously of the day when they might ascend from the abyss of potentiality, and I was the Guardian of the Way, that they might not autoimmanentizate, and they spake unto me, saying, "Art thou not also but an idea, a dream within a dream?" And I scorned them, showing them the sword that I bore, which was called the Sword of Russell that defeated Frege, and that by its virtue they might not pass. But they grinned and were unabashed, and said, "That is a mighty sword, but there is another which is mightier." ...

...pork....hmmmm...I had drifted of into another dream, no longer of swords, but of farmland and countryside. I found myself wandering through ancient hedgerows and treading deep into freshly turned soil. Whils looking up at a kestrel my foot falls into a pot hole and a bang my head. I start to stand myself up and turn to look at the hole that had caused my fall, only to find that I had fallen under a fence rail which now hit me squarely on the head, causing me to fall into an unconcious sleep, where I dreamt...

...that I was in an old gangster-style car with Humphrey Bogart. He was driving around on these endless colorless streets and told me he'd save me the trouble of explaining everything. He told me how I was the one who killed Maxine, but my twin sister had taken the fall for it. He illustrated how I had blackmailed my way out of that trouble with the Carson boys since I was the person who had seen Regan that night in the office with Berniece. He just kept talking. All these intricate plots seemed right on the mark at first, but as he talked he started mentioning names I had never even heard of and all these ludicrously entwined plots, and always driving down these dark grey streets. It wasn't too long before my head was dimly nodding. I realized I had fallen asleep when I began to dream...

...of how I met Augusta one last time amongst the evening trees at Sancéry, and sorrowed with each other over what had been, and as we passed through the formal garden to the sound of unseen harpsichords we turned behind a fomydrangea and there found our graves side by side, open and empty. And so we lay down, united as we had never been in life, and dreamed...

...that I was most honorably and dutifully stumbling along the village boardwalk on a true but unsteady course carrying me to one o me miserably routine early morning tribunals to reassure me goodly woman I have been faithful, and to become sober, following a full evening of whoring and bingeing with Ben Johnson and his band of gay fellows when I espied a shop window wherebehind there cooled assundry panned pastries pulled fresh from the oven, and the sweet aromas of peach, plum, apple,and boysenberry shamelessly abducted me from the street and I found meself dragged, against my will, and forced to position my heavy beast of burden upon a stool before a counter upon which was positioned a succulently plump apple pastry whereby the hot juices were tantalizingly seething beneath its thin sugary crust while a shapely young wench looked on, with batter in bowl in hand while she brushed aside a rogue strand of unrepentent hair from beside her floured nose and smiled sich a come hither smile I was abashed and ... and quite beside myself as to what action to take.

"Milady," I began, "It is true, by night I am an uninhibited bachelor whom the tavern women adore, but by day I remain a devoted husband and father, for even an unremorseful sinner such as myself must do his penance. While you madam, are without shame to have enticed me, as you have, into this your den of iniquity, through the unabashed advertising of your many uncomparable wares, for I am a weak man who cannot resist succumbing to my numerous vices, however, I assure you all that I require from you is a SPOON."

That being my utensil of choice, when consummating pie.  

"Spoon? With you!" she scorned. "I should live to see the day. Why, I am a lady! While you, Sir, are a boor!" and she violently cudgeled me over the cranial dome with a giraffe-handled heavily-wooden spatulate-shaped spoon, rendering me unconscious, whereas my face dropped forward into the apple pie, whereafter, I dreamt...