 Oh, what's the use? What's the use of me talking? What's the use of anything? Oh, Matt, you mustn't think that for a second. You mustn't think all the other bad about me you want to and I won't kick because you were right to, but don't think that. I couldn't bear it. It'd be years too much to know you was going away where I'd never see you again. Thinking that about me