I recently read The Minority Report, the short story that was the inspiration for the movie. The movie, frankly, is better in a lot of ways– more complex, and more interesting; still, Philip Dick’s Hammett-on-hallucinogens style gets under your skin. I was reminded of it by a piece of spam I got today:
He walked out of the phone office, wondering how to get to the winters home. Concerto for flute and orchestra how can a marriage be happy? He too was feeling nervous and inadequate about standing up in front of his congregation. He did not seem to be a man with bad intentions.