Computers are like women because only a fool pretends to comprehend their immense mystery and complexity. One day they”re happy (as far as one knows) helpmeets, the next they”re making disquieting noises, sending you inscrutable error messages or simply packing it in. When a man buys a new computer, he is in the throes of a new passion. You are the one, he says. All your predecessors were as nothing compared to you. You are younger, sexier and cleverer. You understand me.