Hello all, just a thought on criticism. One of my greatest regrets about becoming a musician is that I have also become a critic of music. No longer can I listen to a piece of music on a purely emotional level, but rather I am constantly analysing various elements of the song. It's like circumcision -- I can never go back to the way I was. Similarly, I imagine that becoming a literature critic may really take from the enjoyment (is this a banned word in literature circles?) on that deeper emotional level. Of course, there is a plethora of pleasure picked up on a new, higher intellectual plane, but I am convinced that no matter which side of the fence one is on, that one is missing out on something. I am sure that there is an argument which says that when one has reached this higher intellectual plane, that one can "see through" the thin veneer of the emotional enjoyment. This doesn't sit right with me for some reason, possibly because I keep hearing and reading psychologists saying "your feelings are valid!". And so, this is why I regret becoming a musician. Of course, if I want to be a rock'n'roll legend, I'm doing the right thing B> Goodnight London!!!!!!! -- Brian fentonb@mathds1.ul.ie UIN = 1786973 VENEER homepage: http://mathds1.ul.ie:8080/ "...it was like telling knock-knock jokes to a Bedouin, like..." --Michael Mee-- from Cork, boy