on 5/2/05 2:51 PM, JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx at JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx wrote: > Oh my God. He even knows the author's name. I had hoped the object on my > bookshelf was the only such piece in existence. That it had traveled here > somehow from Douglas Adam's Galaxy via Erin and Andreas' time machine. I was under the impression that I owned all of Tom Robbins' works, but a quick search through detrius and piles suggests that the last one I bought was "Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates." Since I still haven't finished, "Skinny Legs and All," and I haven't even started "Fierce Invalids..." I'll resist suggesting that you send me "Half Asleep..." Being two behind suggests waning interest. How to convince you to have a run at reading "Half Asleep" when I haven't? By appealing Heritage and Tradition perhaps? Go back several books to see what Robbins had to say in "Jitterbug Perfume" about that most noble of Eastern European vegetables, the beet. "The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The raddish, admittedly is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious." Robbins wouldn't know a plot if it hit him on the nose. But on the subject of the relationship of nothing to everything, he can be marvelous. David Ritchie Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html