Are you not weary of ardent ways, Lure of the fallen seraphim? Tell no more of enchanted days. "She's there, you little unhappy thing--there, there, THERE, and you see her as well as you see me!" I had said shortly before to Mrs. Without waiting for his father's questions he ran across the road and began to walk at breakneck speed down the hill. You elected us in 1980 to end this prescription for disaster, and I don't believe you reelected us in 1984 to reverse course.