The October rose, done-for, deposed dowager majarani of the sideyard, munificent Persian slumped on her cane, uncrowned, desceptered, undeceptive, now leans against my neighbor’s fence, the image of feigned indifference.

I can see it all now,—the slantwise rain / Of light through the leaves, / The sundown's blaze on her window-pane, / The bloom of her roses under the eaves.

Fodor believes that the everyday, lay explanations of behavior (of both people and beasts) in terms of beliefs and desires are of a piece with the sophisticated information-flow explanations of the neo-cognitivists, so that the self-evident acceptablity of the dog bit me because he thought I was someone else ensures the inevitable theoretical soundness of something like the dog's executive routine initiated the attack subroutine because in the course of perceptual analysis it generated and misconfirmed a false hypothesis about the identity of an object in its environment.

I have seen about as many monkeyshines from you as I will tolerate.