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Sure is a lot of desert to this desert. Elvis doesn't answer. He's driving and singing: wiiiise men saaaay ... Actually he's gone past singing and he's got a good yodel on. To be honest, it's beginning to get on my nerves. I kind of want to tell him to reel it on in a little bit. I'd sort of hint at him by playing something else on the guitar, but the E-string broke this morning, and in any case the dog is asleep with his head stretched out across the neck of the thing. He's dreaming something, I know, because he's barking and yipping all quietly, talking in his sleep.