Behold the Photographer! He hath been smitten by the Shutter Beetle, He Feareth the Light, and spendeth Many Wearisome Hours in the Room Called Dark. He soweth not, neither does he reap, but Seeketh Ever the Grain that is Fine. It has been Thus since the Beginning, even unto One Thousand One, One Thousand Two, One Thousand Three. Ask of the Populace - is he a man who Posesseth All his senses? Lo! the answer is in the Negative.