 Mental? Oh, yes. Very intelligent. He read me some of his poetry. Maybe you've heard it. A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. Wait a minute. Isn't that the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam that was written by a guy named Fitzgerald? Of course. That's his pen name. Quite a penman. Yes, but he's paid his debt to society. And the other time it was a bad beef. He told me all about it. He cried on my shoulder afterwards. Sweetheart, when you make a mistake, it's a beaut.