Flashback to the night of Halloween, 1969. Five us us, two guys and three coeds, took off from campus to bum around the surrounding rural area. We stopped, as we sometimes did, at a particular isolated, abandoned, old country house. We discovered that night that the kitchen had been papered with 1901 newspapers. The first legible article we came to was about "Soiled Donald", a mad hermit who lived on the coast of Maine and killed whoever stumbled upon his lair. We were reading this by candlelight in this creaky old house; it would have been hard to manufacture a Halloween scenario that good deliberately.