Despite the great 'liberisation' that has taken place in Ireland following the replacement of God with Mammon, I'm not sure if the new Lolita is yet persona grata in these parts. Whether it has or not, I'm grateful to Camille for saving me the trouble of going to visit her. Not because of any moral or literary scruple I might have. But simply for being spared the sight of the long, sad face attached to the front of that truly, truly, TRULY narcissistic, streak of pretentious misery that goes by the name of Jeremy Irons. Scottie B.