"Was that what was what?" insisted the relentless reporter. Shaking his head with ever-growing irritation, Tannhäuser tried to speak but could not coax a sound from the parched desert of his throat. The odious little man's eyes narrowed.
"Well, I should have known you wouldn't know," he gloated. Tannhäuser had had enough; his inability to answer drove him crazy. He clenched his fists in frustrated fury as the man hooted a sonorous "You'll never know!"
But then, thank God, Tannhäuser managed to wake up. Nightmares on tour were particularly vicious in the late afternoons.