Thus my beloved upon opening her electronic mail just after lunch. She has been receiving horoscope messages of this kind for years. Two or three sentences a day, some of which are apparently right on the money. A friend of hers subscribed her to an American website of her choice many years ago. The friend is long dead, too. My beloved has tried to unsubscribe from the service several times already, but without any success. The messages keep coming just after lunch. Morning time in America, for sure. “Be realistic,” my beloved mumbles for the second time, “kill yourself!”