In a message dated 97-09-06 04:01:28 EDT, you write: > > >Maybe they became enlighten > >together, got married, had kids, Franny became PTA president in > Westchester > >County, N.Y. and on warm summer evenings they sit on the deck with a > lovely > >little Merlot and remember the good times when all they cared about > was > >finding enlightenment or something like that and wasn't it easier then > as > >now it is so hectic driving the kids around and going to fund raising > events > >for the schools, etc., etc. > > I recognize the sarcasm but excuse me for finding that the most > depressing thought ever... > emily > > _ OR - emily OR OR would you have them remain their own lovable yet feckless selves condemned to endless conversations that bemoaned the state of affairs - still seeking enlightenment - rejecting the urbanity of marriage, PTA; blaming the state of affairs on those enlightened of Weschester County who ". . . on warm summer evenings . . . " mebbe THAT's why *an author* becomes so depressed (over those choices) he steals (hides) away from the accolades of an adoring readership and to this day 'enjoys', in veiled frustration, those fruits: a little ("small" this Author would think) Merlot - warm summer eve . . . ed - the oldest (eldest?)