The historian has another puff of his cigarette and pulls his fedora down over his eyes in a hard-boiled fashion. What I would love to know, little beef-lady, is why you have not answered the question put to you by the priest, KingMorgan. I am very interested to know the answer to this one, too. In fact, it is somewhat embarrassing that this religious prattler got to it before me, and here he attempts a smirk in KingMorgan's direction but ends up looking like he is having a stroke, but I guess there really is hope for everyone these days. Winston Hughes claims that you were talking about converting someone tonight. Not just 'at some point' - tonight. And now you ask for one more night alive before you are 'cured'. Now correct me if I'm wrong, except I'm never wrong, so you needn't bother correcting me, but doesn't that mean that you would still have accomplished whatever evil deeds you set out to do?