The speaker in this case br is a middle-aged witch, me- br tangled on my two great arms, br my face in a book br and my mouth wide, br ready to tell you a story or two. br I have come to remind you, br all of you: br Alice, Samuel, Kurt, Eleanor, br Jane, Brian, Maryel, br all of you draw near. br Alice, br at fifty-six do you remember? br Do you remember when you br were read to as a child? br Samuel, br at twenty-two have you forgotten? br Forgotten the ten P.M. dreams br where the wicked king br went up in smoke? br Are you comatose? br Are you undersea? br Attention, br my dears, br let me present to you this boy. br He is sixteen and he wants some answers. br He is each of us. br I mean you. br I mean me. br It is not enough to read Hesse br and drink clam chowder br we must have the answers. br The boy has found a gold key br and he is looking for what it will open. br This boy! br Upon finding a string br he would look for a harp. br Therefore he holds the key tightly. br Its secrets whimper br like a dog in heat. br He turns the key. br Presto! br It opens this book of odd tales br which transform the Brothers Grimm. br Transform? br As if an enlarged paper clip br could be a piece of sculpture. br (And it could.