Reading this morning's inbox of posts--nearly 25--I am left speechless (lucky you all) and soon will turn off this machine and leave my 1939 pine-paneled cabin and walk upstairs to the house proper and face east to Chicago and ponder: "Is Mrs. Glass really fat?". But before I do that, I would like to post this quote from "Seymour: an Introduction" (my personal favorite amongst JDS's published offerings, if you really want to know): "Isn't the true poet or painter a seer? Isn't he, actually, the only seer we have on earth? Most apparently not the scientist, most emphatically not the psychiatrist. (Surely the one and only great poet the psychoanalysts have had was Freud himself; he had a little ear trouble of his own, no doubt, but who in his right mind could deny that an epic poet was at work?)" Regards to all, Bruce