Ray Bradbury. Death is a lonely business (№ 175636)

In a minute - I think I need to call peg. Peg, I'll say - marry me. Come to Venice today. Come home. We will work together to starve, but life will be beautiful, I swear to God! Come finally for me, peg, and save me, so I don't go in alone and abandoned. Save me, peg!
And she will tell me on the phone and coming.