 No, super mouse. I'm just in a bad mood. Just been realizing how badly nature has arranged things. What do you mean, doctor? Well, by the time a man gets old enough to appreciate a two-inch New York cut steak, he has to eat it with store teeth. When he gets to the age where he can recognize good music and literature, he's into the bifocal and ear trumpet department. And by the time he's earned enough money to go places and do things, he's too tired to go and wouldn't be able to do them.