Despite my pretense at total rationality, I have a primitive core that runs deep in my nature. For example: I had a terrible nightmare years ago. The devil offered me a huge lottery winning in exchange for an unspeakable price. In the light of day, my inner gypsy rang a clarion call. No Way Jose! No Jungian Lucifer, lurking in the brain stem that I inherited from the ancients, was going to collect on a bargain that I remember refusing in my nightmare but might have unconciously made anyway by dreaming the damn dream in the first place. That's some real sick reasoning right there. Believe me, I know how absurd it is. But, just in case, I have not bought a lottery ticket since. My husband knows about my convictions against the lottery but I haven't told him exactly why I feel this way. I know he buys tickets sometimes and hides them from me. I can't blame him for that. He's his own man. But what a totally new day a winning ticket will bring him! He'll gain both a fortune and marital freedom, cause I'll be bookin it outta here.