PODESTA,Lesley wrote: > Yes, yes Malcolm. I understand. It's the same as my friend > talking about looking at AIDS without sentimentality - you can do it but > it loses a lot of heart and it still doesn't make the pain go away. > That's why I said "a small stone" and not a great big rock - ie > the symbolism without the pain. I caught the subtlety of your detail, which is why I qualified myself by making it explicit I wasn't trying to offend you. It's just something about Seymour that has always really bugged me. Not to mention little boys in general. When I was a boy I didn't understand why other boys wanted to hit girls on the arm etc. I always found it much more enjoyable to play with them than berate them. Of course, that's social suicide when you're a boy at that age. Getting called names for wanting to play with girls, when in only a few more years you'd get called names if you DIDN'T want to play with girls. Go figure. > And you know Malcolm, I never thought Seymour threw it because > of perfection, it was a surfeit of emotion for me. You mean his being so happy that he couldn't help but ruin it? I've always thought that it was the central working cog of the mechanized cliche/metaphor of "people living in g(G)lass houses shouldn't throw stones." He threw the stone and years later when his conscience caught up with him, he threw it at himself instead (i.e.. the suicide). > Lesley > ps Hope the golf ball didn't cause too much damage. I was very lucky. I was stunned, but I didn't even lose consciousness. Very lucky. I must have a pretty tough forehead. If it had hit my temple I probably would have been killed. Sha la la, man. As far as damage is concerned, ala Scottie's post, uh, that's for you to know and me to find out. Malcs