----- Original Message ----- From: Scottie Bowman <rbowman@indigo.ie> To: <bananafish@lists.nyu.edu> Sent: Friday, October 29, 1999 5:41 PM Subject: Re: Jumping in > The image of Craig '... experiencing, revelling, embracing ...' > in a vast crowd of miniature 'i's is a bit too diverting > for me to keep a straight face. > > Here an 'i' ... there an 'i' ... tiny, little 'i's all over the show. > > One is, I suppose, becoming more or less inured to the sight > of American Lilliputians - but how extraordinary to hear > one of those bat squeaks issuing in an English accent. > Scottie, i'll have you know that my accent is a pleasant combination of blind Australian bushman and Nepalese cowherd, with a touch of Norweigian Trappist monk thrown in for good measure. my tiny 'i's, delivered in that melting pot of an accent are an essential component of a spiritual vow i took while kayaking in the Sahara, delivered to me by a vision of a fat flamingo dressed as a mime. trying to get out of his invisible box, the pink bird encouraged me into a state of peace and goodwill with the world and told me never to use the larger 'i', never to eat seabird and to look in the wrong direction before crossing the road. he then asked for a pound to buy a cup of tea and disappeared. for many years i have followed this advice and have never used the more robust 'i' nor have i ever eaten seabird. unfortunately, yesterday, an eighteen wheel lorry ran over my left foot. because of this, today i hit a mime on the head with a rolled up copy of 'horse and hound'. craig