How nice to hear from the lady who plays it on the dulcimer. do like the parody.

It is not a matter of changing to "another tiresome" tale of female badness, I think: it is a matter of going from 1950s Anglophone changes (sanitising, or jhust abridging?) to a form of the original, which has genuine folklore affinities, and trying to incorporate accretions along the way such as those as sung by Rosemary Clooney. The standard 1950s form can remain sacrosanct for those who like a refreshingly new tale of female innocence rather than heartlessness...

The tickets are free, and you are most welcome. Sarcasm on scholarly endeavour is quite enough of a reward for one's efforts in this regard.

Sanjay Sircar