Well, if it gives you pleasure to think that way, it's alright with me.

Reminds me of the film librarian at the Manned Spacecraft Centre south of Houston, a young man with prematurely balding hair and one leg shorter than the other carrying a big revolver underneath his suit jacket.

What have you got that for, I said, thinking of the Texas law that excused murder in crimes of passion. It looked like Clint Eastwood's make-my-day. "That's my equalizer," he said. It made me wish I was lame.