For starters, I have a mold allergy. Yes, I brought my inhaler, but I don’t like to use it if I can avoid a situation all together. Then, when you consider that caves are a frequent metaphor in semiotic literary analysis — and frequently not for something good, I might hasten to add — and what with the allergies and all . . . well, gentlemen, suffice it to say that I’m not in the mood to wheeze my way to the depths of my id. Let’s just leave it at that.