I feel that I've been given a personal quest. Time to step away and work on a slight draw to my seven iron on tight approach shots. (I'll never mention that I play golf from the wrong side of the ball.)

There is something else at play here. I think I need to go back and re-read a few novels. Arturo is hiding somewhere in something that he/she and I have read (or written).

in my best swiss-german accent:

I'll be back.

ps. Ok... I know...