The man is obviously rich. He walks into the casino with his entourage of goons, looking for a drunken gambler who is likely to concur. When he finds the perfect candidate, who sits out of luck and out of money except for enough to pay for his drinks at the bar, the rich man approaches.

"What would you say," he says, "to a million dollar bet on the flip of a coin."

The drunken man strains to understand the proposition.

"Take a quarter from your pocket," says the rich man, "and call it in the air." Here he slaps a briefcase on the bar, undoes the locks, and opens it. "If you win, all this money is yours." The green portraits stare up at the gambler with tempting concentration and weight.

"If I loose?" says the man.

"My men here cut off your dick and balls."

The rich man has a cellar full of pickled dicks and balls he has won in this very game. He always gives the other man the chance to call the coin toss. They always choose heads.

The rich man has everything he wants: a big house, a big car, servants, maids, drivers. But he wants more. He wants to own the future, or at least leave his mark upon it by negation. He sends a shadow across the next generation in the form of people who might have been.

The rich man will certainly be punished if he is caught. But it is worth it. He is making a difference on things one can accomplish no other way.

She has a rather unusual collection. It is a collection of photographs of penises. She takes them from pornography, but when they are pasted together page after page it looks more medical than erotic. The differences, penis from penis, are astounding. She sits and flips through the pages, not when she is horny but when she loses hope. She has a fascination with them: their individuality; their personality; the varying sizes; the varying states. They seem to take a life of their own when cut out from the photographs of the body, like separate living organisms with their own personal psyche. She wonders if even one penis has a skull and brain under its jolly pink head. She does not suffer from penis envy, though probably has some disorder in the sexual arena. Her collection runs the gamut of race and cultural custom: circumcised, uncircumcised, pierced, tattooed, shaved. The collection runs some three hundred twenty pages in all. She is constantly looking for more, but nowadays only adds one should she come across something very striking.