[Guess what, Hilda... Lorenz demands reparation... Or: he has attempted to nip this in the bud to no avail, and now he is here, loitering with his drink, watching with mild dread as undesirables keep putting their names on him. God! Is this real!

Hilda's support is appreciated, maybe, but also maybe not really because—]

If I recall... That particular poem was disposed of for being of too low a quality to ever see the light of day! And yet, there it is! How interesting.

[That is just one of his many objections!!]