So the brew kept getting enriched. It was the most amazing thing to see. Wait a second. Mr. Bowie confronts this chapter in his career ruefully. A vague desperation sets in.
Morals become a great issue.
I just sort of ran with it. In fact, Mr. Bowie is so invigorated by this millennial sang-froid that he imagines the narrative of Baby Grace Blue's murder continuing through his next four albums. One a year. Until, well, December 1999. As a piece of monumental, epic theater.