Being acquainted with neither Mr Stipe nor his work I don't really know what to make of the story about his taking on board some groupie's mishearing of his words. It sounds like the kind of jape these chaps sometimes use to indulge their more gullible fans. However that may be, can you, Camille, in all sincerity envisage Salinger in some similar situation saying to his editor in the New Yorker: `The Pitcher full of Cry, eh ? By golly that's much better, old buddy. That's the one we'll use....' ? Or Hemingway agreeing that A Farewell to Arms would be more touching with a bouncing baby & a lump-in-the-throat ending ? I can't think of any literary anecdote where any writer worth a damn accepted the feedback of his readers or editors - except perhaps where there was some problem about getting past censors or making it more marketable in Poughkeepsie. The only texts these chaps regard as sacred are the ones they wrote. I realise things are more chummy down where the coolabahs grow but the democratic principle has no place in art. If you're a serious writer you're going to have to accept your membership of the loneliest elite in the world & just get on with it. No one ever wrote anything worthwhile with a bunch of nignogs looking over his shoulder. Scottie B.