Reading the title of this thread, I got vertigo until I looked north by northwest and saw the taxi driver with the sisters's torn curtains. My temperature went to Fahrenheit 451, because the Egyptian is always letting the birds into the garden of evil. That is the trouble with Harry, giving me a twisted nerve and no joy in the morning. You couldn't say he was man who knew too much, but he was always the man in the gray flannel suit. He told me the day the earth stood still we were on dangerous ground. I thought he was psycho, because he is always talking about the naked and the dead for endless nights. Perhaps that is why he likes his blue denim cape. Fear the wrong man, and it's alive. Any citizen kane tell you that.