It should be obvious by now that whatever this thing is, it's not a love story about Eddie. The diversion with Ariel was more wolf tickets than substance. Look the whole purpose of dragging this story out is to figure out a point it could be making and it amounts to this: Every human life has Three Shades of Illumination. The first is the Drink Light. It has dependencies on childhood, education and your assholiness factor but ever since the Hunter/Gatherer controversy the Drink Light usually comes on when you figure that legalized substances i.e. alcohol, endure longer than backroom shifty shit and it paves the way for the remaining Illuminations adequately and literally. The path to Begging Light is paved by urine and vomit from all the practice sessions in Drink Light. Begging Light is the recognition that you can't get to heaven on a roller skate and the game is bats and balls getting enough glove action. To Beg is to appreciate the wholesomeness of restoration and the divinity of popping corks (notice the two Ps and NOT two Os). I have Begged, therefor there are boners. It would be unfortunate to get to Beg Light and not see nor use the immaculate illumination to conquer Lust Light. Just as Eddie would have proven if I could touch type or dictate (heh-heh, DIC-tate) what would be just more filler that Lust was the quarterback in the Four Whoreless Men of the Accomplished. Man, you can write more stories that center on Lust than just about anything else. But like Eddie learned, Polish girls just want to practice on the pinball lizard and love, not lust excoriates wanton lust tales just like Beaver's mom in a lone ranger mask. Shine that light on me you dingo dog and the babies can live to see the Three Stages of Illumination even before nursing becomes old earmuffs. Fade to the popsicle man.