And I don't want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not. . . not be able to do what I want with you. Oh, Clark,if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now. And I. . . i can't live with that knowledge. I can't. It's Not who I am. I can't be the kind of man who just. . . accepts.
I exist as an annexe of the BBC. I'm down the road a bit from the main building, in a little hut.