You know, Mulder, you are Ahab. You know, it’s interesting you should say that, because I’ve always wanted a peg leg. It’s a boyhood thing I never grew out of. No, I’m not being flippant. I mean, I’ve given this a lot of thought. If you have a peg leg or hooks for hands, you know, maybe it’s enough to simply carry on living, you know, bravely facing life with your disability. It’s heroic just to survive. But without these things, you’re actually expected to make something of your life– achieve something, earn a raise, wear a necktie. So, if anything, I’m actually the antithesis of Ahab. Because if I did have a peg leg, I’d quite possibly be more happy and more content and not feel the need to chase after these creatures of the unknown. And that’s not flippant?