The mysterious and splenetic proprietor of Marduk's Babylonian Musings chastises the equally mysterious 'Hesiod', who tries to blame Arnold Schwarzenegger for his father's Nazism, and asks: "No skeletons in your family's closet, eh Hesiod?"

I think it's far more likely that 'Hesiod' is the skeleton in his family's closet, the black sheep of the entire 'Hesiod' clan. In fact, I wonder if his well-guarded anonymity has more to do with keeping his family happy than any fear of political repercussions. Years ago, someone told me that Douglas Macarthur had a son who (a) looked exactly like him and (b) was flamingly gay, and that the family paid him a large sum of money to change his name and forever conceal his connection with them. I have no reason to believe there is any truth to that story, but something similar (though non-sexual) may be going on with 'Hesiod'. I can just see poor old Mr. and Mrs. Smith, or Jones, or Van Houten, or Beavis, or Keinwitz, or Proktopoulos, or whatever Pseudo-Hesiod's real name is, comforting each other by saying "at least no one knows he has anything to do with us".