Ed has brilliantly identified a genre which I'd not previously noticed, namely: that '... usual crap that is hung in the offices of doctors, real estate agents, and suburban banks ...' For a long time I've enlivened the walls of my waiting room & office with specimens of my own oeuvre - & was always gratified that so many patients had tried to make me offers for them. I realise now, sadly, that what they were trying to do all along was buy me off in my old age into some activity where I should be less likely to damage the innocent lunatics of the town. Or could it be that the works themselves are now acquiring the same kind of louche value as those of my predecessor from Linz? Incidentally, why all this obligatory denunciation of the Fuhrer? Surely our horror at his works can be taken for granted. Perhaps it's what we Freudians call a reaction formation against the strangely irresistable fascination he still holds for so many of us. All the talk in the world about the banality of evil cannot really defuse the distasteful fact that he remains a jolly interesting chap. Scottie B.