How To Disappear Completely

C'est Moi

A musical person ought to love the witty verse,
Appreciate the intellect so pure.
But where in the world is there in the world a (wo)man so connoisseur?

C'est moi. C'est moi. I blush to admit it; I'm far too noble to lie.
The one in whom these qualities bloom: c'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I.

I now own the soundtrack to Camelot. The Julie Andrews/Richard Burton/Robert Goulet version. Besides Fiddler on the Roof, this is probably my favorite musical out there.

Much rejoicing!