The film title rings bells, which is no wonder, as it's a lovely turn of phrase -- I want to watch it for that reason alone.

Bastet has been more than kind to one John Crowley. Have you read his short story "Antiquities"? And I've long been fond of saying that Engine Summer must be the greatest novel ever written about cats, one sign of that fact being that for much of the novel they don't bother to show up, being busy with their own feline affairs.

And -- I appreciate your relaxed way with spreading the joy of reason(s); as always, I look forward to your reply. And to mine, unknowable as it now must be.