I tracked down my agent, who was already in the process of making contact with yours. Strange. I didn’t know Leslie was your agent. Oh uh, yes, the Prancing Prince. Never have I read finer, no-punch-pulling comments than yours on that dreadfully dreary Opening. But it was, of course, the Prancing PONY that I had in mind! So enticing is the Pony that members of the opposite sex can scarcely play it (or finish!) unless they are first bound in strait-jackets while a neutral (eunuch) referee makes the moves indicated, ignoring pleadings, threats and other language and behavior of a non-publishable nature. Though the outcome of the movie is certain there need not be any lack of a building…anticipation. The camera can zoom in to a close-up, for example, of a single drop of sweat rolling down the bridge of Player X’s nose, to hang poised at the tip for an awful, intensely exciting moment, only to Plop! onto the checker board while his eyebrows hunch and his eyes fix in fiery concentration on…the game before him. His opponent, meanwhile, dabs the perspiration from her neck with a handkerchief (not his!). “It’s hot in here,” she purrs. “Have you moved yet?” Certainly you are correct about my noted inability to resist temptation. I have never been tempted to do so. But, family history aside, it doesn’t mean I’m an easy target! By no means. Even Dinglehoff never gave in without a prolonged struggle, often muttering to himself out loud: “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” A truly noble character whose charm was outweighed only by his manly firmness. BTW, I think it horrendous that you’ve been asked to play such a role! My lord, in the nude?? As if you were that cheap. I have accordingly directed my Finance Minister to release the necessary funds. Looking forward to your analysis of the story you mention. Perhaps some of it can be incorporated into the Duckwalk Tease film project.