Actually, when I read that phrase, the first thing that popped into the mind was the image of the watery primitive, sitting Buddha-like on a truck-trailer, contemplating his navel, with the Bostonian Drunkard on the ground, slowly pacing around, a megaphone in his hand and at his mouth, as if a carnival barker, "Step right up, folks, right up here to see the show; step right up....."