He's offering his last performance just for me as his audience. His gallantry lacks adroitness and is in imminent need of a galvanic boost. Perhaps the years of practice have left him with a patina that now requires a new burnisher.
This one man play is a rendition of the sixties version which pales in comparison. The once magical retreat has been replaced by withering weeds and the once sweet melody is too ponderous to bring out of storage.
As he offers his final bow, I stand and blow a final kiss to a once consummate thespian who's long-running career as a leading man is over.