Dear Tim, I feel like a decidedly shabby leopard rubbing tentatively at his own spots. My self doubts are all the greater since the post you quote showed me on a good day. The only tiny joke was an ironic description supplied by your own wife & the rest was an absolutely sincere confession of my own ignorance from which I was saved by Malcolm. `As someone,' you say, `....who takes language and its use quite seriously, I leave a lot of room for looseness here -- casual style is a cultural hallmark of email.' But on the other `literary' lists to which I've belonged at one time or another (Austen, Hemingway, Ernest, Trollope &ct.), the casualness was not all that obvious. Writing without benefit of capitals - which looks, in fact, like an affected & pretty laboured way of typing - would certainly have been questioned - as would a cheerful indifference to the conventions of spelling. Whatever one feels about his style, Salinger comes across as someone intensely concerned with words & their use - certainly no less than the writers mentioned above. Do the people who love his work have no comparable concern ? What you're really talking about, though, is the way in which the list carries on its discourse. There seems to be an implication that I'm in danger of hurting or browbeating the more timid members into a resentful silence or a complete withdrawal from the list. Each list seems to develop its own `establishment'. On many, it seems to be academically based. (I was once reprimanded on the Hemingway list for presuming to question `seventy years of scholarship'.) Here, it has a more proletarian quality. But it is, apparently, just as touchy. You ask about my address. I assumed my endless self-promotion had already sickened people with information about myself - including my present home in Cork, Ireland. (As Thurber should have said: `We have O'Connors like other people have mice.') And this may be part of my difficulty. There don't appear to be too many Europeans on the list. So that I come to it feeling something of an outsider & with all the prejudices of a European - or least someone with a clearly `Anglo' mind-set. In this part of the world, we tend to look on America nowadays as the home of correctness & conformity. No one must be allowed to feel excluded: not the vertically, circumferentially, pigmentally, cerebrally, chronologically, genealogically, or in any other way challenged. This lays a corset on anyone accustomed to the vigorous if not unbearably violent rough & tumble of the literary bar-room - which I was once told was the proper ambience of a list. (Believe me, even nowadays, Davy Byrne's is no place for the hypersensitive. But at least it offers the occasion for some stimulating talk.) Unquestionably if I'm to be a guest at this party, I should conform to the rules. But the best parties are usually a little boisterous. Where the inflexible code is one of genteel good manners I think you'll find some of the very best people eventually make their excuses & leave. Scottie B.