By jove, you now have me laughing heartily! Amos, you could have a wonderful career making speaking tours throughout the British Isles, entertaining the intelligentsia in drawing rooms everywhere! I suggest you get right on it. I would be happy to book you into an appearace in Twillingsgate posthaste (to use a term which Khandu clearly loves...). Malcolm Buggeroll would no doubt be green with envy, and the frustration might lead him to perform some rash act which would land him before the magistrate. I, for one, would like to see that. I could also arrange for you to meet Oakley, in whom I think you would find a kindred soul...and he plays the violin beautifully.

Now, as for attaining the exalted state of KHANDU...I understand the concept, but I'm not really ready for it at this time. I'm enjoying my sense of individuality, being Penelope Rutledge, a bit too much as yet to want to become EVERYTHING. Perhaps when I'm an old lady...

As Harry Lee Wigley says in his utterly BRILLIANT exposition above: "To become "KHANDU", one must realize that he already is "KHANDU"."

Marvelous! Harry Lee Wigley should also come to Twillingsgate forthwith, posthaste, and with utmost dispatch! He is clearly a seer of the first water. I am impressed.

* PR