Beatrice Fairfax was sort of a Miss Lonelyhearts-Ann Landers writer, my mother-in-law tells me. Best version is Elvis Costello's on that Gershwin compilation with Sting and Sinead (who sounds quite mad, big news).ANYWAY,Firecat, melancholy can make one feel quite heroic, once out the other side. Something to stare at the heath and be moody about. If it didn't hurt, it wouldn't make you grow. (Says the Mole, who had a root canal last week and frankly would rather have had his emotions bent.)