What\'s more to say? I wash my hands of you
and Dr Dave. You\'ll learn, and soon enough,
the kind of man he is. And as you do
you\'ll get to know yourself. It will be rough.
I wish you luck with this unholy brew
you\'ve made and drunk, and hope you\'ll ride the foam
through storm and wreck to find the rocks and streams
of Ithaca once more, your heart and home,

your man. For you a daily web he\'ll mesh
of skill and longing, deftly shape his dreams.
Each night he\'ll tear it down to start afresh.
Kalypso\'s smiles and Nausicäa\'s art-
ful dance and Kirke\'s wiles divert his flesh,
but you, Love, own his mind and all his heart.