…that I couldn’t identify, and at the same time I couldn’t push it out of my head. It kept playing, over and over. I knew it was either Max Steiner or Miklos Rozsa, but I couldn’t remember the film. I figured if I stopped trying, the answer would come. But it didn’t. I tried going back to sleep. It was 2:15 am. I thought of ex-girlfriends and childhood traumas and the endless boredom of school, distant cities, riding on trains through Switzerland…couldn’t drop off. Then it hit me…Steiner! Whew, what a relief. I finally dropped off.