my alarm went off at 7.30. i got out of bed, crossed the room, turned it off, and got right back under the covers. three hours later i drifted awake once more, this time refusing to get out (i have never realised before how much i liked having a double bed. never shall i again sleep in a single.) then the thought floated into my mind that the principle content of the riddle is reliving oneself. gianni rodari said that. grammar of fantasy. i don't know why that should enter my mind, but that made me wake up suddenly. it seems as if that comment fits in somewhere with elegy, but i can't quite unpick its workings to see where the structural similarity lies.