Yet again Harriet nagged Chester into doing something avant~garde.
“Honey,” he complained, ” I know you enjoy keeping track of the latest developments in jazz, but this place is simply too modernist and new age for an old square like me.”
“I’ll admit it’s a little off~putting,” she conceded.
“I really miss the beatnik days,” he swooned.
“The beatnik era was all about forging ahead anyway,” she reminded him.
“And after their having forged enough,” he intoned wistfully, “I was quite satisfied.”
“The King of Squaresville has spoken,” she admitted. “We’ll do it your way next time.”