I Think I do -- one. He tries to conceal it. But
it's his secret. I'm sure.
He has the most luminous eyes!
Like a wolf's, you know, when it gallops across
the waste places -- under the stars, alone!
And the way he eats! I don't mean that he's
noisy, you know. But the way he crunched a chicken
bone the last time he dined with me was perfectly
WONDERFUL -- so nonchalant, you know, and loudly
and -- and -- well, primitive! I'm SURE he's one!
I wouldn't go autoing with him for anything --
unless, of course, he gave me one of those compelling
glances, like Cave Men do in the magazines, you know.
Then I'd know it was destiny and useless to resist.