JL: > I think it was a British thing: Menopausean irony. Sorry, Menipean. It's the > Scriblerius lot. Recall your seminars. By "Scriblerius" I assume you mean Scriblerus, that irreverent lot of Restoration writers -- Swift, Pope, Gay, Arbuthnot, Henry St. John and Parnell who sat around reading their satires to one another guffawing and beating their shrilling tankards on the table-boards imagining themselves the descendants of Menippus whose works had already been so long ago extant that there was no one to question them in their Menippeaness -- it's like being a refrigeration repairman -- who's to second-guess you except another guy who claims that he's a refrigeration repairman? We and the Scriblerians are safer than brain surgeons from being found out. You tell me to recall my seminars. I tell you to recall that I have retired from recalling anything. On the seventh day, God grew tired and said: "Let us sit." And there was sitting-when-tired and he called it satire. And God saw that it was funny. Mike Geary Memphis