I, for one, am thrilled by the transformation that seems to have overtaken blah b b blah in recent days. No longer Mr Nice Guy, huh, Jim? The image of a Sunday school teacher, all patience & tolerance, is suddenly replaced with the infinitely more alarming (& wonderfully exhilarating) sight of Al Pacino sliding his heater out of the shoulder holster. Whatever the reason, let me, at least, extend a hearty welcome to this refreshing new version. It may well help save the list from the foam of bien pensant kindliness that recurrently threatens to smother us all. Scottie B.