Anorexia: I'm thinking of going on a long jorney today, to Boston.
Honeysugar: Oh, the other side of the city? Its just a stride away.
Anorexia: Forty miles. You must be pretty bendable.
Honeysugar: I was once at the ballet.
Anorexia: Once.
Honeysugar: I noticed the chalk on the floor. I had to hoover it.
Anorexia: And they threw you out of the ballet class?
Honeysugar: No, I became its janitor.
Anorexia: I want to see Gardencourt. You know its a famos house in a novel.
Honeysugar: No, I don't know about books. They do get kind of dusty over time.
Anorexia: Yes, and of course, I must get up to Harvard for my course.
Honeysugar: Well, I must hoover up again. If you don't get up to Harvard I mite have to hoover
your books. They do seem to be gathering dust.
Anorexia: I've been a little preoccupied with my play The Mishap.
Honeysugar: When folks play there's always plenty of mishaps. I'm always hoovering up after
them. Sometimes I think I'm cleaning up after the whole world.
Anorexia: I think you'll be the last person left on earth after judgment day.
Honeysugar: I hope I shall be raptured before that, along with my hoover.
Anorexia: You won't find much dust in the new world.
Honeysugar: It will hardly be paradise then.
Anorexia: Maybe there will be a dusty corner just for you.
Honeysugar: If there is, it won't be dusty for long.
Anorexia: That's true.
Honeysugar: Oh, by the way, whatever happened to your trip back to England? You didn't go.
Anorexia: I know. I temporarily forgot I was studying at Harvard.
Honeysugar; Was studying?
Anorexia: Am studying.
Honeysugar: Am studying?
Anorexia: Am going to be studying.
Honeysugar: Well now its hoovering time, so study this.