Bob Collén forwarded a recent electronic postcard of mine to his children and grandchildren across the States. He copied me, too. In the accompanying text, he wrote a few words about me. “All I will say about Ranko,” he concluded his introduction, “is that he is my friend and a genius.” I got worried at once, although I know that my friend had meant it in the best way possible. This is not out of modesty, of course. I have never suffered from it. It took me a few days to come to grips with my initial reaction. It is out of rampant immodesty, in fact, which I can hardly control at times. Whenever I am faced with such extravagant praise, and it happens to me now and then, I am worried that I will start bullshitting with an even greater abandon than hitherto. And I know full well that I am bullshitting to high heaven already.