Wow. Really? Uh huh. Once, my mother--have I told you about my mother yet? No? Do you mind if I take something out of my shoulder bag and put it exactly in the middle of the table? I can't tell you what it is, and the only catch is that you can't look at it, not even out of the corner of your eye, okay? You're sure it's okay? Okay, here goes. So what was I talking about? My mother? Right. Well, there was this guy named Ed, and I have to take something else out and put it at the right edge of the table, and you can't look at it either. In other words, you have to look straight into my eyes and not steal any glances at either of the objects which are on the table. Now Ed had a girlfriend named Jenny; for the rest of this story I'm going to have to ask you to close your eyes and put your hands over your ears and not look at or hear anything at all.