When I was at the University of Minnesota, in the late 40's and early 50's, someone gave me a little pocket address book, "To keep the girls' phone numbers in."

Frankly, I suffered from F.A.A. (female-approach anxiety), and didn't realize that the girls were just as interested in the boys as the boys were in the girls. (Hold on, have faith! I'll get to the subject of the thread in a little bit here.) So I had no girls' telephone numbers to put in my little book.

So what did I do with the little book? I kept a list of books that I intended to read. I had Greek philosophy in there, and semantics, and Freud, and so on. Lots of 'em! Lots and lots of 'em!

Unfortunately, at some point the little book, now dirty and tattered, was lost. But thinking back, over the years I've read a large proportion, maybe even most of those classics that I'd intended to read.

AND NOW TO THE SUBJECT OF THE THREAD:

I'm about half way through Darwin's Origin of Species. I'd had a general idea of the general shape of his theory, but reading his own explication of it is enlightening. Fascinating.

Dave Oesterreich