Dr Pynchon said, "This is a meridian, antero-posterior slice of the brain of Animal N°25659, autopsied by myself on July 12, 2001". Dr Pynchon let a few seconds pass, to give his audience a little time to wonder where he was coming to. Dr Pynchon fancied himself as a actor. He enjoyed these cheap effects that he conscientiously rehearsed and tried on his students, children, dogs and horses, and on his wife when no other life form was available, since she was used to deriding his pitiful histrionics. Now he was on stage, and the spectators were none others than a vice-minister of Public Health and three members from the PM's Special Desk. He pinpointed the small red dot of the laser on the screen. "You can see the lacunas, here, and here, so typical of the disease". Another melodramatic blank. He took off the slide, and slowly replaced it by a new one. "This picture, I guess, is more familiar to you". Dr Pynchon was beaming in anticipation of what would come next. The vice-minister scratched his pate. Familiar indeed. On screen was a city map, with red stars all over it. The legend said, "London, May 1945 ". All of a sudden, Dr Pynchon took his brain slice picture and put it on top of the London map. He said, "This is the map of V2 rocket-bombs hits on our beloved capital between July 1944 and April 1945. As you can see, there is a very strong match between the locations of the brain lacunas and the impact sites of the rockets. A 93% accurate match, to be precise". Dr Pynchon let his audience choke on the news. His first glory day, the first one of many to come. Why don't they give out Academy Awards to veterinary surgeons (a Nobel would do, though) ? Somebody reacted, somehow too quickly. "This is a, er, quite startling discovery you made, Dr Pynchon, said the pate-scratching vice-minister, but something puzzles me. The brain lacunas are to be found in the whole brain, aren't they ? So a different slice, cut slightly more on the left, or on the right, wouldn't match your London map. What sort of logic do you see there ?" Dr Pynchon flashed him a smile. He knew the answer to that one. He had even prepared the