There is a preconceived notion about shoes - and the people who like them. When she comes in the mailroom with glee, and calls me a liar of happiness, because I've missed the fact that shoes have arrived, I think of the time I was in a foreign country with a big suitcase, the size of a small foreign car's trunk. In the case, I had: some paper and a lot of empty space. My girlfriend saw the space - And put it to good use by filling it with shoes. Perhaps my "preconceived notion", that in the grand physics of the cosmos, women are inexorably linked to shoes, is unfounded. But I'm glad that women like shoes. It makes for a very mysterious life.