Ok, there's been so much tension over this capitaliz(s/z)ation, e e cummings, etc issue that I feel the need to lighten the mood with a little e e cummings anecdote. For the purposes of my story I will do my best to obey all grammarical rules known to me, in hopes that I will not offend Scottie (our resident demi-god), or anyone else for that matter. I have a friend name Joseph, and he is exceedingly brilliant. He has two older brothers named Ari (middle) and Daniel (oldest), who are exceedingly brilliant. Joseph is at Stanford, Ari is at Yale, and Daniel graduated from Harvey Mudd. I'm not sure why I used their schools as evidence of their brilliance. I guess that in my young mind it means something, though I understand that it may mean nothing at all. These boys are much more than we-got-into-good-schools brilliant. They really are. So, I was corresponding via email with Joseph, and he commented on my lack of capitali(s/z)ation or major punctuation, and references were made to none other than (you guessed it) e.e. cummings. Joseph then proceeded to tell me that when he and his brothers were younger, Daniel ran into a wall in their house producing a sort of hole. (The circumstances surrounding the incident were not made clear to me.) Before the hole in the wall could be fixed in a usual way, Ari (aged around 14 at the time) produced a poster that he had made to cover the whole. It was made with construction paper, and on it was written e.e. cummings's anyone lived in a pretty how town. The poster was chosen as the preferred solution, and the poster is there to this day, (and the hole still...in tact). I was quite found of the story, myself, and actually found the action of poster-making-to-cover-a-whole-in-the-wall quite Glass. And now, as you will notice, that I have so tactfully segued into Salinger, I would like to tell all of you that may not know that I am reading The Complete Uncollected Short Stories of J.D. Salinger for the first time, as I have located them in rare books and manuscripts library. And, as I am reading them today, and I begin crying like a stupid girl, right in the middle of the rare books and manuscripts library, and I am hoping nobody is looking, I just wonder "How come they're so good?" Leila Pardon the tense change towards the end of the last paragraph.