Life imitates art, or so we are told. I can recall from my own past being asked to burn some potentially incriminating correspondence from my Admirer. I couldn't bring myself to do it. To this day I have no idea where that letter, which I treasured, ended up. My Admirer and I are still Friends, though we never even tasted one another To this day I have no idea who would have been forkish and who would be the cake to be gobbled up. My mind has wondered how life might have ended up had we pursued matters - each of us have pursued others to great success.