Just a couple more because like you,
I'm anxious to get at those brownies.
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Maybe Channing will be there serving them.
Wouldn't that be great?
[LAUGHTER]
He's an amazing man.
You see him running around.
Some-- quips, maybe it's all done with mirrors.
[LAUGHTER]
I spent a lot of time on farms and stuff.
And so this one's called "The Farmer".
"In winter, the farmer leads his salt gray oxen into the pens
and shuts them up with a board.
The light falls across the snow but treading the straw,
their eyes are soft with warmth.
In the channel, a family passes in his houseboat,
reading maps, polishing stove.
That night, the wolves jewel like iguanas
dance around outside the forest.
Seated with a week of newspapers in the yellow light,
he hears them thrashing, tearing their veils, singing
like Brahms, like Mendelssohn."