The One to Which Others Are Added

He says it's like in those French bedroom farceswhere someone walks out a door on one end

of the room, and someone else walks in through another.When he closes the door to his car, that is the end.

I don't quite realize he's suggesting that someone else will walkthrough the other door and that'll be the end

for me. He has it easy. The mountains of Big Bend untanglein front of him and then he's an augend:

the doors to his French stage will always have peoplecoming in and out, while I'm just a minuend.

It's not really like those French plays,this is how it really ends:

someone sits at his computer trying to get in touchbut has nothing to talk about. Nothing to contend.