Good night and thank you, Magaldi. You've completed your task. What more could we ask of you now? Please sign the book on your way out the door, and that will be all. If we need you, we'll call, but I don't think that's likely somehow. Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies. We have pretended enough. It's best that we might stop fooling ourselves. Which means get stuffed. There is no one, no one at all, never has been and never will be a lover, male or female. Who hasn't an eye on him, but they rely on the tricks they can try on their partner. They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them, support them, promote them, don't blame them. You're the same. Good night and thank you, whoever. We are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio. We'll think of you every time she's on the air. We'd love you to stay, but you'd be in the way, so do up your trousers and go. Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies. The decline into silence and doubt. Our passion was just too intense to survive. For God's sake, get out. Oh, but this life's an embarrassing sight. Someone has made us look fools. Argument and all the sensual shots. Someone has altered the rules. Fame on the Y-list, as far as it goes, is all very well, but every girl knows she needs a man she can monopolize with fingers in dozens of different pies. Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies.