Just had to update, as I found another thing I can actually verify as to its reality:

"Klein-Rogge was carrying nubile actresses off to rooftops when King Kong was still on the tit with no motor skills to speak of. Well, one nubile actress anyways, Brigitte Helm in Metropolis. Great movie. Exactly the world Pokler and evidently quite a few others were dreaming about those days, a Corporate City-state where technology was the source of power, the engineer worked closely with the administrator, the masses labored unseen far underground, and ultimate power lay with a single leader at the top, fatherly and benevolent and just, who wore magnificent looking suits and whose name Pokler couldn't remember, being too taken with Klein-Rogge playing the mad inventor that Pokler and his codisciples under Jamf longed to be -- indispensable to those who ran the Metropolis, yet, at the end, the untamable lion who could let it all crash, girl, State, masses, himself, asserting his reality against them all in one last roaring plunge from rooftop to street..." (From Pynchon's GR, 673 in the Bantam ed.)

Hm. Except if Pokler watched that, he must have just ignored the whole part with Brigitte, the "heart" between the brains and hands. Too busy fantasizing about her getting "carried off"?

It rained today, right after I hung my laundry outside to dry. Merrie let the raccoon go in the backyard. It didn't seem to be in any great hurry to scuttle off.