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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 30 "I don't know. Stop that! What if a nurse should come in?" "Had enough? Come on, give up?" "I give up!" "Sister Mary the Elephant." "They're going to think you've escaped from the psychiatric ward. You know, you could have a terrific future in comedy - you and Doctor Sontag and William F. Buckley." "Hey, you're finally smiling. It's about time, my dear!" Mark draws the curtain around the bed. "This is a private party," he says, winking at Tillie. I'm glad he is here. His W. C. Fields act is terrible, but I'm lonely and tired of keeping a "stiff upper lip." Make it better, Mark. Make it like it was before. I've tried TV - Popeye at seven A.M., the game shows,the talk shows, the soaps - I even tried to listen when Tillie told me about Queen Victoria and Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha. Finally I can go home, to my own house, to my own bed, to my own bathroom and kitchen. I can use my arm to write, to raise my fork to my mouth. I can't raise it high enough to comb my hair, or wash it, but these things I can do one-handed, left- |