We can ramble on happily about the teaching of English, the comparative merits of 70s as opposed to 30s pop, the urban myths surrounding 4 wheel drives, the theory of group theatre, & so on & so on. All good Salinger-related material. But at the first whiff of cordite, Paul & Camille slink off into the scrub while Tim crosses himself & starts waving the old censer. Back to the classroom. Pity. Just when I, at least, was starting to look forward to a really envigorating gut fight. Scottie B.