quickley

I know. I'm certain.

If I somehow found the means to make it happen, that I could grab you by the lapels and say, "Run away with me." And in two weeks time I'd be burning up, and you'd be picking the brains of retired scholars on the beaches of Zanzibar.

Somehow I'm also certain should I walk up to you, and in the very same spirit say, "Stay here, with me." that you wouldn't really hear me.

Funny. My Montreal is about as far off from yours as Zanzibar.