My splendid and magnificent listmates, I read today "Hapworth 16, 1924" and I am interested in discussing it with everyone who wishes. My English teacher (not even a professor, as I said, I'm a youngun) says the story is so encoded and cryptic and impossible to comprehend. My biggest problem with my reading was that I didn't understand where she was coming from. After a second reading I could probably make out most of the symbols, but overall, I thought it was a better character study than anything else. I guess it's a bad thing that I can relate to Seymour in the story (parts from when I was seven and parts at the present) but I won't commit suicide; unlike Seymour I have no faith in Zen and value my life plenty, thank you very much. Excuse the circumlocution and awkward sentence construction, I'm a vicitm of style. -MW