Followed by this conversation, from last night:
E.S.: My parents are coming into town tomorrow, and I want to show them the new house and the neighborhood. If you need to get together with your collaborator, why don’t you do it while we go to Brooklyn?
FAUSTUS: Actually, I think we’ll write on Monday, and tomorrow when you’re in Crown Heights I’ll go to the knitting store to learn the stitch I need to finish your Christmas stocking.
E.S.: That’s not an acceptable option.
FAUSTUS: Why not?
E.S.: Because you should be spending time with me.
FAUSTUS: But I need to finish your present.
E.S.: I don’t want a present. I want you.
FAUSTUS: I don’t believe this.
E.S.: Your love is the only present I need.
FAUSTUS: What planet are you from?
Seriously, what planet is he from?
Plus, when I got to the knitting store, which is an hour away from my apartment, I realized that I’d forgotten to bring the necessary yarn with me.