Exactly ... I think one of the most entrancing things about literary discourse is that we all pretend that their will be an ultimate outcome; a completely formed answer. That is why we place our faith in the author so much: `he/she will tell us what it's all about' But the truth is, there is no final truth, there is no real `answer' to find. The fun is in the looking, the unturning of rocks, the discovery of other things on the way. > So as human beings studying language, and only being able to study our > own, we're limited. Very, terribly, fatally limited. What's even more > limiting is the fact that our language is itself the only means by which > we can think about language. It's like trying to study your own eye in a > microscope--very distracting. And also very much like trying to pull > yourself up by your bootstraps. > > But we still try. Camille verona_beach@geocities.com @ THE ARTS HOLE www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/6442 @ THE INVERTED FOREST www.angelfire.com/pa/invertedforest