I must be feeling particularly pugnacious today. First, Jason offends my very manhood by saying I'm a 'section man' for including Shakespeare in a shortlist of TWO, count 'em, two writers that I love.... Fuck, Scottie..... Both St. Sigmund and the deplorable Jung found inspiration in Shakespeare.... Am I out of my mind for loving the man who penned the most immortal four words ever said from a stage in English: "Reason not the need!" To my mind > the contribution to human art made by Jewish American > composers of this century stand up there right alongside > the one donated by the Wops of Renaissance Florence. > Right on! Give me excess of it.... For in surfeiting the appetite might die.... > McCartney certainly wrote a few sweet things & > a couple of Dylan's ditties tend to snag in the memory. Oops.... I could quibble about McCartney, but I won't.... When I was young and foolish, I found YESTERDAY profound.... Then I discovered Dylan.... Where to begin? Sometimes, I think he's Shakespeare re-incarnated. So many mighty masterpieces! Crimson Flames.... Tambourine Man.... I don't expect it can ever get any better.... Tangled up in Blue.... Visions of Johanna... Blowing in the Wind.... Mr. Jones.... One Too Many Mornings.... You're a Big Girl Now.... (I'm jealous of Tim, who's going to a Bob Dylan/Paul Simon concert tonight at Madison Square Gardens! Everybody in the world ought to live in New York City!) Cheers, Paul