Necktie

Today, though, we need something practical.

Yes, last episode was accessories, right? Cravata, isarfa, very stylish.

But what happens when you get lost in Bucharest?

Oh no, I do not want to get lost.

Let us start with one classic item.

This word is cravata.

Cravata.

Okay, let me try.

Cravata.

Perfect.

It means tie.

It does.

My card was attached.

Oh, yes, I got the tie, Miss Enright.

Tie? I didn't give you a tie.

I gave you that suede jacket you're wearing.

You? The card said...

It's Ty to start.

start.Tie, is this tie?

And I, I, okay, so think of the third picture.

There's a lack of something, 'cause it's pretty flat.

Cool Summer Sun.

Necktie.

So, yeah, it gets stranger and stranger, doesn't it? Hmm.

Let's see, Doozy, you worked your donut truck all weekend.

she never noticed if it hadn't been for sid confound it sometimes she sows it with white and sometimes she sows it with black i wish to jiminy she'd stick to one or t'other i can't keep the run of em but i bet you all lampsid for that i'll learn him

He was not The model boy Of the village He knew the model boy Very well though And he loathed Him Within Two minutes Or even less He had forgotten All his troubles Not because His troubles Were one wit Less heavy And bitter To him Than a man's Are to a man But because A new And powerful Interest Bore them down And drove Them out of His mind For the Time Just as Men's Misfortunes Are Forgotten In the Excitement Of New Enterprises This new interest Was a valued Novelty in whistling Which he had just Acquired from a negro And he was suffering To practice It undisturbed It consisted In a peculiar Bird-like turn A sort of Liquid warble Produced by Touching the tongue To the roof Of the mouth At short intervals In the midst Of the music The reader Probably remembers How to do it If he has ever Been a boy Diligence and attention Soon gave him The knack of it And he strode Down the street With his Mouth full Of harmony And his soul Full of gratitude He felt much As an astronomer Feels who Has discovered A new planet No doubt As far as strong Deep unalloyed Pleasure Is concerned The advantage Was with the Boy Not the Astronomer The summer Evenings were long It was not Dark yet Presently Tom checked His whistle A stranger Was before him A boy A shade Larger than Himself A newcomer Of any age Or either Sex was An impressive Curiosity in the Poor little Shabby Village of St Petersburg This boy Was well dressed Too Well Dressed on a Weekday This was Simply Astounding His cap Was a dainty Thing His close Button blue Cloth roundabout Was new And natty And so were The pantaloons He had Shoes On And it was Only Friday He even Wore a Necktie A bright Bit of ribbon He had a Citified air About him That ate Into Tom's Vitals The more Tom stared At the Splendid Marvel The higher He turned up His nose At his finery And the shabbier And shabbier His own Outfit seemed To him to grow Neither boy Spoke If one Moved The other Moved But only Sideways In a circle They kept Face to face And eye to Eye all the Time Finally Tom Said

I can lick you

i'd like to see you try it

Ring, angushtar.

Necktie, gardanband, gardanband.

Necktie, gardanband Needle, Suzanne, Suzanne.

Needle, Suzanne.

Overcoat, Sardari, Sardari.

Or Fanolieh, Fanolieh.

Flannel waistcoats, Fanolieh.

Neckties, Gardân-band, Gardân-band.

No way around it.

Impulsively, I text Olivia, "Tie, navy with gold stripe, monogrammed A-S.

Ever seen Adam wear one?" Immediately, I regret it.

I wait, heartbeat fluttering, but after an hour, no reply comes.