At dawn I sauntered to the windowsill and took two types of baths: coat-licking and sunbathing. This summer I’m participating in a sabbatical from my musical career. Yes, I’ve produced hundreds, perhaps millions, of songs, mostly underground dance tunes which nevertheless always cream to the top and win me a gramophone or something like this or that. And thank you very much, though lately all the superfluous time has me recalling days in Paris, where I studied to be an Egyptologist. I’d prance into class wearing a headdress like that of the sphinx, and a silk scarf around my neck.