year he thought he saw suchnphenomena as George Washingtonnurinating against the wheelnof a parked car (actually an oldnlady bent over a cane)"), soonnobscures the thin line separatingnreality and appearance. But therenis a creeping cynicism behindnthe comedy; oscillating betweennslapstick and warfare, Berger'snchronicle of human relationsngrows into a preponderant, sardonicnaccumulation of . . .