Clearly our intellectual house was built of twigs at best, while the wolf-Bion lurked at the door. But in reality, everything seemed to coincide, because the alpha function did not hurt us, the table turned out to be harmless, content and container seemed very familiar to us. One even began to feel a bit of a wolf by huffing and puffing on the flimsy conceptions of others. Therefore, if one could tolerate exasperation and persevere despite the blows to our vanity, the result was quite pleasant.