Eric's tearstained love of Salanger does him credit. I wonder about the Fat Lady, though. It was my understanding that devotion to *her* was marked by a happy willingness to do one's very best for all mankind. If polishing one's shoes could serve as a sign of that universal respect, you'd think getting one's favourite writer's name spelled properly wouldn't be too arduous. The only Salangers I know are a very touchy family who live in a mountain cave in these parts & who don't take at all kindly to strangers messing about with their patronymic. Scottie B.