You won’t die but you’ll be older and older, Sybil.
You’ll shrink with time which will shrink, too. Sweat and tears will evaporate.
Body fluids will flow away. Fat will be burnt without smoke or fire. You’ll
become light and dry. I’ll push you into the bottle like a cork. I’ll put my
ear to the neck of the bottle to hear what you still have to drone about the