ep: 511*

  • Tom Sloane: Okay, now I'm a humorless suit from the Wizard Foundation, and you're some jaded high school snot. In other words, you.
  • Daria Morgendorffer: How flattering.
  • Tom Sloane: Alright Daria, let's say we hire you to work at Wizard. Not very likely, but hey. Now your first assignment is to fire half your employees. Do you A) fire by lottery, B) fire by seniority, or C) just get rid of any women and minorities who happened to have snuck through the gates?
  • Daria Morgendorffer: Okay. Thanks, Tom. Very helpful.

If you were coming in the Fall,
I’d brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls–
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse–

If only Centuries, delayed,
I’d count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Dieman’s Land.

If certain, when this life was out–
That yours and mine, should be
I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,
And take Eternity–

But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee–
That will not state–its sting.