For me, Anthony Burgess is someone who would have gained greatly from Salinger's ploy of ostentatious invisibility. Before his eventual death the poor man was a great frequenter of arts & literary programmes on British television. A pair of poached eyes, ribbons of sparse hair combed carefully over his bald dome, an over-eager, gabbling rush of volubility - all left an unfortunate impression. He was altogether too anxious to impress: either with his versatility (he claimed to be a composer of symphonic music) or with what sounded like a class swot's parading of funny words. In so far as 'less is more', he seemed almost wholly lacking in a sense of personal or literary style. Scottie B.