Let me guess, Scottie - you aren't Hannibal after all. You are in fact J.D. Salinger writing under the guise of a bitter, weltschmerz-eating assistant to the starship enterprise. My apologies, I'm sure you have a life, but I didn't know I was speaking with Jerome himself! Or, should I say, Mr. Salinger - your fiction has earned you the respect of your internet peers. By the way, what do them damn ducks do in the wintertime? ---Scottie Bowman <rbowman@indigo.ie> wrote: > > > 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. > > > > _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com