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While waiting for a 7th Avenue bus downtown this morning, I noticed a moderately-well-dressed young man standing by the marble wall of a bank. Well, not quite standing. He had arranged himself, facing the wall, feet spread apart, and leaning at a goodly angle off vertical, his hands splayed against the wall just over his head. A flying buttress, as it were. I watched for a few moments, then strolled over. "Isometric exercises?" I asked. "No, sir. I had a dream last night that this wall is unstable and needs someone to hold it up. So that's what I'm doing." "Do you really think that if you let go, this wall will fall down? That you are holding it up?" "Yes," he replied, "I'm inclined to believe that."