> Will, > > The mallards on my pond remain happily feeding from > my own fair hands from one year's end to the next. > There's no mystery. They don't go anywhere. Yes, but that's not the point. The point is, people *wonder* where they go. I've often told my writing students about the concept of `universal ununiversality' (OK I had a better name for it back then) - that is, if you pick out the tiniest details, say `Brad watched as an empty packed of peanut M&M's slowly drifted through the wind' - people will feel a part of the action - not because of the detail (which they may not be familiar with) but the act of noticing itself. This is why I can appreciate Holden noticing when the band plays a good song, because I do the same myself, it doesn't matter that the song isn't the same. Camille verona_beach@geocities.com @ THE ARTS HOLE www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/6442 THE INVERTED FOREST www.angelfire.com/pa/invertedforest