Our hope and it's a sad hope is that... well I mean we need a tip. That's why we have such a big reward. We just hope that someone is holding her for her child and that we can you know get her back with a tip.
There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone and that I have no one to tell it to.
