Dear Camille, One or two others of the crew have been moaning about the number of days at sea. But not, thank God, you. (Incidentally, what kind of a boat do they think this galley is? H.M.Y. Brittania?) So I shan't offer you any comfort - which is, after all, the most undermining thing you can ever do to anyone. Perhaps I could remind you, though, what a lucky little koala you are. None of the other saps can even imagine doing what you & I do every day of our lives. Most of them don't even know what you're talking about. 'Seven?' they say. 'She's not writing children's stories, is she?' Remember Giotto? He could draw the perfect circle, just like that, without even concentrating. The rest of the town used to come round & they'd say: 'Go on Giotto, do it again.' And he would oblige. And they'd say: 'Gee, Giotto, how do you do it?' And Giotto would say: 'It's easy.' That session in the A&E sounds a little dispiriting. Don't let it get you down, baby. All shall be well. And never forget Winston: Let us so brace ourselves to our duty ... Scottie