As Kurt Vonnegut wrote in his poem “Joe Heller”:
True story, Word of Honor:
Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter Island.
I said, “Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel ‘Catch-22’
has earned in its entire history?”
And Joe said, “I’ve got something he can never have.”
And I said, “What on earth could that be, Joe?”
And Joe said, “The knowledge that I’ve got enough.”
Not bad! Rest in peace!
Dear Elon:
I must decline your many requests, and stress that I would like you to stop contacting me. Since you have been so relentless, I will be extremely candid with you: You look like a Goblin, on a good day, and the very thought of you naked is horrifying. You will terrify the girls, who are, after all, only little kids. It’s hard enough to get them to cooperate with having sex with fat old men without having you stalking around the room like a naked obese Gollum with a bad haircut.
It’s a NO, and it will always be a NO. Please stop contacting me.
JE