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I think a lot about

the Peachums: Polly

and all the rest are

free and fair. Her jewels

have price tags in case

they want to change

hands, and her pets

are carnivorous. Even

the birds.

Whenever our

splendid hero Mackie

Messer, what and honest

man! steals or kills, there

is meaning for you! Oh

Mackie's knife has a false

handle so it can express

its meaning as well as

his. Mackie's not one to

impose his will. After all

who does own any thing?

But Polly, are you a

shadow? Is Mackie projected

to me by light through film?

If I'd been in Berlin in

1930, would I have seen you

ambling the streets like

Krazy Kat?

Oh yes. Why

when Mackie speaks we

only know what he means

occasionaly. His sentence

is an image of the times.

You'd have seen all of us

masquerading. Chipper; but

not so well arranged.

Airing old poodles and pre-war

furs in narrow shoes

with rhinestone bows.

Silent, heavily perfumed.

Black around the eyes. You

wouldn't have known who

was who, though. Those

were intricate days.