So much of today’s technology has raced by my little brain without so much as pausing, and I cannot blame it. There is one thing, though, I’m ready for we do not have, and that’s some way for Nelson Mandela, on his death-bed, to hear the whisper of my thousand and one thank-yous.

Time for another stroll on the telepath. Trusted. True. Works not every time but so much more often than any rationally inclined person could possibly imagine.