Dropping from the Eaves

So, you have to imagine that you are walking across Harvard's campus to Lamont, the big undergraduate library. It's a beautiful night, almost-black sky studded with clouds, a big gibbous moon... and then you hear a man speaking on his cell phone, in a perfect English accent, and a very agitated tone of voice.


"Caroline! I live two blocks away! His house is right next to mine!"

Pause.

"Well, I'm frightened for him!"

Pause.

"Because he seems to have gone stark raving mad!"

Pause.

"You said he attacked you, shoving you about and all that..."

Pause. He lowers his voice.

"Well, I'm not going to talk about it here."

Sadly, he is telling the truth. But I think you will see that this is nonetheless a singular experience.