Jim just happens to be the latest list I've read. So I'm not picking especially on him - though my eyes *do* tend to cross at the thought of someone finding Jung truer (even 'to himself') than old Sigmund & the company of Jane Austen, Willa Cather, Gustav Flaubert, Emile Zola & Sam Beckett somehow negligible. No. My first reaction to all this literary delight is the thought that everybody should really get out in the fresh air more, meet some girls, polish the social skills a bit. All this reading in a hot stuffy room *can't* be good for anyone & often leads to unwholesome habits. Worse, it can't be good for one's writing. So many of you are writers. How can you bear to trudge through all this stuff by other people? If they're better than you there will be the ever present temptation to imitate, coupled with a discouraging sense of envious inferiority. And if they're not so good, you will only grow complacent. I can't remember when I last read a piece of fiction. In truth, my most reliable reading pleasure lies in my collection of aircraft magazines & reference books. Furthermore, I'm not at all sure I believe this story about what great readers most writers seem to be. I remember Mike Donleavy saying all he ever read was the Sears Roebuck catalogue. I know exactly how he feels. Scottie B.