"I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." -- James Joyce
Hey, hey , heyyyyy. You know absolutely nothing about my relationships with regard to beans and nostrils. However, given the context, I would predict that I either got some accidentally right (in your view), or I am about to get something horribly wrong (again in your view). I am all anxious bouts of nervous, Gene. Whatever do you mean?