on opening up boxes in storage:

why do i have, in my possession, so many of von's sweaters? they are not even, she says with barely-disguised distaste, attractive, merely warm enough to get one home from late nights at dunster. (i quite register the full ingratitude of what i just said, in the stating of which i realise i have also answered initial query, and in my conflicted heart gratitude vies with good taste. ah!)