It snowed heavily, and the night grew darker, and bewilderingly silent. It reminded me of a Sunday night many years ago. The snow had fallen and trapped us inside, and there were only three TV channels to watch. But late at night, we watched an American TV series called Nero Wolfe that starred that fat bloke from Cannon. I still remember that episode. Many winters have gone. But tonight, when snow fell and we were trapped once again, we dared to switch on the heating and watch TV.  And late at night, with thousands of programmes to choose from, we spent an hour deciding what to watch, and I realised that this was the same length of time it had taken to watch Nero Wolfe back then. This time we chose a movie, The Power of the Dog, and felt sadder and colder.