Dear Mistalina, How deeply I share your feelings at the sniffy way so many of the list members appear to dismiss Hemingway. But it does explain a great deal. It explains their taste for meretricious mysticism, their enslavement to correctness, their tin ears. At least we know that in the early days, when he was *really* writing, before he went to seed, before, as you might say, he started to disappear up his own literary ass, JD was in just as much awe of the bearded old joker as you or I. Scottie B.