Imagine Oswald invites you home to introduce you to his mother. “Mother. There is someone I want you to meet. I… I love her… deeply.” At first she isn’t happy at all, but quickly she embosoms you. “Oh my dear, when my sweet Oswald was little he would always sing while taking a bath. And he always danced like this when he thought he was alone. You have to see Oswald’s baby photos!” … “Mother… please…”














