Hello friends, I would really like to comment on Jim's excellent observations on psychoanalyzing literature, but there is this mountain of "birthdays" posts between the top of my screen and the cursor which, to paraphrase Rilke, I cannot lift my soul beyond. It seems to deserve some response, but I am currently out of adolescent angst and fatherly platitudes, so I will give you what I've got. That is, after all, just recognition, perhaps with a little bit of therapeutic understanding from the Lucy Van Pelt school of analysis. After all, I too, amazingly enough, was also 16 years old once. Ouch. Perhaps, I can play the wizard of Oz and present you all with this oversized aviator's watch and pair of freshly shined shoes compliments of Esme, Franny, Zooey and the fat lady herself. That will be 5 cents, please, now on to the next frame. your friend, Mattis