, tapp......, tapp......, tapp..................Ich entwickle mich wohl langsam zum Philosoph.Was kommt denn noch alles?Mensch, Katze und jetzt auch n...ch Philosoph.Sokrates, der olle Grieche, hatte seine Tonne und ich die H?hle.Egal, ich lebe jetzt, hier und heute.Lass die Vergangenheit endlich los, Katze.Du weisst, sie kommt nie wieder zur?ck und als Mensch kannst du so wieso nicht mehr leben.Ich bin und bleibe jetzt eine Katze.............Tapp......, tapp......, tapp......, tapp......,. Her. I'd like tosee her right now, please." Ok! Ladies and gentlemen! For the first time in our very own kitchen -the newest member of Dusty Rose and the Walters family; ChristineElizabeth Walters!"With that a young woman entered the room. She was breath taking-lybeautiful. Long, softly curled, yellow-blond hair that reached nearly toher waist with sweet little pearl ear-rings showing off her newlypierced ears. A tight fitting, rose colored polo shirt and a short, butblousy, pleated, darker. They have an affair and get married. That's Book 1, which is where I stopped, hungry for dinner. I realized that Praed had divided the novel into three books, each from a different point of view. The first was that of Mrs. Gildea, a matron of Leichardt's Town. The next was from that of Lady Bridget.I went off to hunt up dinner.I was brought up short, later, in my reading of Book II at a passage where Bridget tells Colin that:"I'm not beautiful. I don't come up in the least to the artist's. I could no longer remember the room in detail, but I seemed almost suspended on tippy toes. My hole now presented at the perfect pounding height. Just to make sure, what felt like gaffer tape had been plastered to the inside of my crack. Two long strips. Well below the hips and pulled away from each other and taped firmly to the outside of my firm cheeks. Ensuring that my hole was open for business.I could hear voices a lot of voices. People calling others on the phone. It was Friday. Perhaps.