Harry got stuck after:
the windows, the windows,
the windows steamed up,
we don't care what
they're doing in the car ...
But Annette had gone to a bookstore
and came back with poetry by William
Blake and Alfred Tennyson.
With Tennyson she had found in
In Memoriam AHH among other
things, the following:
I can not see the features right,
When on the gloom I strive to paint
The face I know, the hues are faint
And mix with hollow masks of night.