[Lewis asks me to apologize for not sending one of his conversations.]

—She With Whom I Abide depends on those daily reports! Surely yesterday must have felt like a huge void had invaded her life, rendering everything cold, gray, dreary, and sad.

“A tad melodramatic, don’t you think?”

—Not at all. If anything, I’ve understated things.

“Well, remind me what you said and I’ll send it today.”

—I forgot.

“What?”

—I’ve forgotten what I told you.

“How is that possible? Supposedly dogs remember and transmit whole books . . . barks, pardon me . . . transmit whole barks, but you’ve forgotten some idle chatter from just a few hours ago?”

—You don’t feed me enough; you’ve weakened my brain.