There are few more laughable sights than the listserv prima donna who is forever threatening to flounce off stage in the hope of hearing the entreaties being shouted from a suddenly guilt-stricken audience. I don't see how I can easily avoid this particular role - especially when the withered cheeks are still flushed with the sort of flattery offered by the likes of Tim, Paul, Mike ... I can only throw myself on the mercy of that same audience & ask them to believe that my protests were honest ones. I really DO think we should discipline ourselves a bit more - or at least that *I* should - & not go on indulging the kind of codology that I've always found just too easy to churn out. Never forget the words of that great perfumed nancy, E.M. Hemingway: 'The great thing is to last & get your work done & see & hear & learn & understand; & write when there is something that you know; & not before; & not too damned much after. [….] The thing to do is work & learn to make it ...' It would be ridiculous - with those words in mind - to do any more unnecessary flouncing. I shall, of course, stick around. But I hope with the sluice gates swinging open a little less often. Scottie B.