So John said to Sally: “what’s it all about Sally?” They were sitting on a pebbly beach at Brighton, hugging warming cups of tea from the nice transport café. The all-nighter had been fun but now they were exhausted. This was no Californian dawn: it was cool and misty. “What’s it all about, John?” "Yes, Sally. What is the secret to the Universe?”. “Why I am I here? You know, all that stuff?”.
“It’s all about love, John. When you get that you will be free.” With that Sally headed down to the ocean’s edge to play Ducks and Drakes.