AESTHETICS! "No," says The Major. "No, I'll do no more Stalking and killing. Bird, I've done my part, But now I've learned that nothing's won by war, All that saves us comes from love and art. Leonardo's horse was built of clay, The bronze to cast it commandeered for battle, And what was gained? Art is the only way To leave our mark and save our souls." "Yeah, that'll Make all the difference in the world to Carlene," Snaps Mad Dog bitterly. "My feathered cynic, Art's all that will. Elizabeth, my darling, Who saved us from the damnable, demonic Clutches of Trisha?" Cringing in her heart, Elizabeth sighs as she recollects, "My mother, damn you! But it wasn't art That saved us. It was" ...sobbing... "it was sex!" But as she speaks, Elizabeth dissects The closely textured strata of her heart, Wondering how much she's dismissed as sex, Mundane, profane and soiled, is really art. Her mother and her Major--was it art? Elizabeth considers the effects: Rhythm and symmetry--a basic chart, Room for improvisation. She reflects, And wonders, wonders, who wrote the book of sex? In Chapter One, she loves with all her heart, With someone from above to pen the text; In Chapter Two, it seems they have to part. Then Chapter Three. That chapter would not start Till she recalled the meaning of romance. Does Chapter Four show sex revealed as art? She has to give her mother one more chance.