—You described me as 6’4″ when I’m barely 6’1″.
—A bit of a poetic license.
—You saddled me with this improbable costume which now the public expects me to wear.
—This is not my doing, blame it on the illustrator.
—You made me a violin virtuoso. That’s is an invitation from the Liverpool symphonic to act as solloist in a Mendelsohn concerto.
—Really?
—Fact is I can barely hold my own in a third rate orchestra in a second rate music hall.
—But you’re much too modest.
—You gave the reader the distinct impression that I’m a misoginist. Actually I don’t dislike women… I merely distrust them.
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