An Unpredictable Guest

[poliphilo]

I dreamed that an elderly, Falstaffian Orson Welles was trying to seduce me. I told him why I wasn't interested. On his first visit he left a bag of gold coins hidden in a sheaf of newspapers under the sofa cushion. On his second he left a couple of bombs. My friends and I managed to chuck them out of the window just in time.