Jacob > Status Update

I'd like a peak at some of your Rorschachs, you old sofa-crack feeler, you. Slipping a palm furtively under cushions and into crevices as you fish for coins in other people's chairs in a fashion whose psychological symbolism is all to readily apparent, you cranny rummager, you wrong-Scarlatti admirer. You -- secretary-treasurer!

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.