At least your little joke blew over their heads, and I have not yet given you away; rest assured: I have no plans to do so, and I doubt that anyone will be perusing Liszt's biography any time soon. But honestly, their daughter's name is Olympia, the girl whose musical education they have entrusted to you. Ah, but they would never appreciate the joke anyway; well, Albert would: it's right up his alley - but for Indiana? It's far too intellectual. I suppose that's why you didn't tell me: you wanted me to figure it out for myself. Well, it certainly was amusing after Mother began relating the story, when suddenly, upon realizing the implication, my initial resentment at being left in the dark began fueling an irrepressible chuckle.

And each plant only produces one bunch of fruit." But someone argued that this was a strike against bananas, since they required so much pruning, a labor-intensive task not to be compared with orchard cultivation. This inspired someone to criticize the banana for exploiting the worker, pointing out how U.S. corporations have always dominated the South American industry. This did not sit well with Banana War boy, and the climate of the conversation continued to warm, until, after Nike mentioned that bananas are available year-round, someone cried out excitedly and said, "You see! You can always count on bananas for your cereal! Well here's the real test, who likes what with their breakfast?"

Meanwhile, it was Indiana whose privilege it was to smile triumphantly, and, as you presented yourself as the oblivious newcomer, it was entirely natural for her to turn her head and smile in your direction. I, on the other hand, was busy observing what was going on; there was no stopping my concern for my dear little brother: I heard the joke, and took note of its cleverness - but instead of laughing I turned my eyes to you: to the picture of abject foolishness that presented itself before this new-come beauty.

Upstairs, on the other hand, was no laughing matter. There was a small crowd of gentlemen surrounding the door to the ladies' room. It was locked, and poor Christie was locked inside. I asked what the big problem was, and somebody told me the lock was jammed. I couldn't restrain myself: "Doesn't get much use, does it? Don't worry Christie, we'll get you out of here. These gentlemen aren't trying to kidnap you. She's a British subject, you know: that's why she hasn't kicked down your door - that's the way we do it in America."