When I was a child, I used to think that the music and the announcers and other voices somehow lived inside the radio and TV. Then when I got a bit older, I came to understand that they sent out their broadcasts from a studio, a building that was some distance away. Since I had seen television shows like Ed Sullivan, with musicians playing their songs, I knew that they had instruments and equipment, but I was puzzled about how they could change so quickly from one group to another. My theory was that they must have several different rooms, and that some music group would be playing in one room while another would be setting up in another, and so on. This is exactly why women tend to humanize us lonely bachelors, and make them presentable in public, and to brighten up a home; it has something to do with that tendency. The world would be a very dull place without a little irrationality to make us bounce through life, rather than scraping along, in deadly seriousness, freed from superstiton, but weighed down by the irresistible force of gravity.