Stuart leans forward and scrubs his hands through his hair.

"What's it got to do with being me or not being me? All I'm saying is I never liked love poems until they started speaking to me, and then suddenly they were all speaking to me, good, bad and indifferent. Songs, too, they make more sense to me know than they ever have.

"It's nothing to do with me, it's you. So tell me how you're doing that, David Posner."