 No. No, he was an attendant in a nearby hospital. Mental? Oh, yes. Very intelligent. He read me some of his poetry. Maybe you've heard it. Um, a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. Yeah, wait a minute. Isn't that the Rubaiyat of Omer Kayan? That was written by a guy named Fitzgerald. Well, of course. That's his pen name.