Never you mind the perceived furtive abscondence of Miette these days. I could never leave you in a state of raw list(en)lessness, that just wouldn’t be fair, and if there’s any fairness at all in this world, you can bet it’d be in the form of Miette’s shaky tenor. For now, this is what we’ve got: absurdity, in its most concise form. Better absurd than inconsiderate, at any rate, no?