Dear Mattis, You're absolutely wrong about one thing. The five-year-old kid in 'Down at the Dinghy' is a cleverly trans-sexed male version of my now thirteen-year-old daughter. I'm afraid that I must confess a thoroughly nineties crinkle in the little anecdote about describing Seymour's suicide to my wife. She'd read APDfB--as Scottie and I both also did--shortly after it fell from Catullus' tablet and chisel. (We all know, of course, that JDS is merely the Rosemary (?) Brown of the writing world--who sinks into some sort of trance, and then writes down stories by long-dead masters of fiction/poetry/prose, just as the musically illiterate Ms. Brown apparently transcribes masterpieces by Beethoven, Brahms and Schu'person'. *Have I spelled that correctly, Scottie?....* I'm told that Chekov takes credit for Esme.... Dickens for Holden--the 'signature' in line five of TCitR is regretfully excessive.... Blah, blah, blah....) She remembered that the story is about Seymour's suicide, but she couldn't remember the bananafish connection..... When I tried to explain THAT, I launched into a story about Seymour grabbing the yellow dress of a fellow contestant on 'It's a Wise Child'. When I then had to backtrack and tell her that IaWC was a radio programme, she assumed I was suddenly talking about somebody from work, also named Seymour, whom had apparently committed suicide. She then assumed that he he must have done so because he'd been charged with some sort of sexual assault, for grabbing a dress that's too long.... Like I said, it's the Nineties..... I had to change the name of this THREAD because I'm temperamentally incapable of responding to anything connected with StarWars.... Cheers, Paul