At Barnes and Noble, my home away from home, again. Character two tables over, middle-aged guy has been delivering a lecture on the history of film to a friend for the better part of an hour now. I've been doing a good job of not listening. But bits and pieces have gotten through and I know that Ian Fleming and the first Bond movies figure importantly in his thesis. Japanese sexual mores do too and somehow he moved from discussing casual nudity on Japanese TV to Kaiser Wilhem's ambitions on the eve of World War I and now I have the title of a poem that I will never be able to write, but maybe Steve or Sherry or Mad will oblige:
"Naked, the Kaiser dances with geishas."