Dear G.A.S.P.,

During the educational stone-age in which I served my time, I once had a teacher who thoughtfully pointed out that while I might, indeed, read during recess, I should not be excused to make use of the swings, slides, see-saws and jungle-jims during class.

Now that youth has fled, I can still read whenever I please, but I have realised, too late to do more than watch, that I miss the swings un-swung every mite as much as I would have missed the books unread.

Were we all ascetic scholars, what would we have to sing of? And why, from such a narrow view, would we wish to sing at all?

Gently,

Shula