Don't despair, many of my most exciting threads over the past 6 years, ones that I thought were going to rule the world, died with zero response. I cried the first few times, spoke to my teddy bear (who agreed with me) went to the bridge and looked over, and then thought -- catspaw always gets a response, but am I willing to stoop down into the disgusting gutter in which he swirls? No, I said, never, I resist such, I am above that!! I will not sully my inquiries about folk music's influence on Karlheinz Stockhausen with insinuating references to the enormous breasts of his mistress, Katya. And I walked away from that bridge. Do thou likewise.

yours, Peter T.