And I’ve cannibalised it in what is probably psychologically autobiographical-psychologically the most important novel I’ve published and it’s a very good one, and had excellent reviews. Although strangely enough, it’s the only novel that has not been published in paperback, because it was the only non-scientific novel. And it’s called, Marx, Deceased. Marx like Karl Marx, but it’s not about Karl Marx, it’s about a writer named Stephen Marx. And I think to this day, I’m not sure why I picked Marx, except that I wanted to use a word... a name that was not overtly Jewish, but nevertheless should be a Jew. I mean, it could have been a non-Jew. And that was very important. And years later, I converted the topic of that novel into a play of mine, which was my first non-scientific play, my fourth play. It’s called, Ego. And, in fact, I realised that the novel, Marx, Deceased... the much better title of it would be, Ego.