Ouchie. This is a fascinating look at both of them (he so sharp, and she dulled by so much more than the alcohol). The glasses - so amazingly perceptive of Sybil and her need for fuzzy edges. And still canon. I'm fairly speechless - the picture you paint here is poignant, almost painful in intensity. Scratch that almost, it hurts. In a good way, of course, but ouchie nonetheless.