If I could but hear the sweet song of Percy Percival Peapod, then I would surely die a happy man.

And yet, I want to live, so perhaps it is better that Percy's song remains in Connecticutt - but do record it, please, and then one day, hopefully in the far, far, far, distant future someone can play it for me as I lay on my deathbed.

Oh, what joy will then be mine!