Well, really. I'm bewildered. Here I am, a plain minded, elderly man making an old fashioned plea for decorum - only to find myself accused of pretentious writing, insulted as 'Lord Scot', diagnosed as psychotic, likened on the one hand to a figure from science fiction & on the other to a cannibal, told (in my seventy-first year) to 'get a life', & so on. And all of this on a mailing list devoted to a man whose exquisite delicacy of feeling & empathy with the unfashionable is legendary. Ah, JD, where are you now that I need you? Scottie B.