Just want to say, sorry about all these durn typos. ("got too late last [night] to finish it"). The problem is, in part, that as fast as my fingers are (and they're pretty fast), my head is faster. Then when I proofread, I read what's in my head, not what's on the page. I don't know how you people do it, your posts are usually so flawless ... Anyway, tonight's movie (an extra movie this week, Bill had a day off) is The Great Gatsby. Don't know how close it is to the book. I know Fitzgerald was a very unhappy person, he died young at 44. No doubt there's a touch of Felini in the isolation cloaked in partying of the American gliterati, Modern period. Isolation springs eternal.