Jill: [on tape] To quote my favorite poet. Elizabeth Barrett Browning "Books, books, books. I had found the secret of a garret-room Piled high with cases in my father's name. Piled high, packed large - where creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy. The first book first And how I felt it beat Under my pillow in the morning's dark. An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!"
Ilene: You were wonderful.
Al: That was great. I love Elizabeth Barrett Browning. "If thou must love me, let it be for love's sake only."
Tim: Put a socketh in it, Aleth.