"Mike is right, you know," Beanie squeaked with an intensity that he could only have known would serves as a further annoyance. "About what?" said I, pretending ignorance, studying the personal ads in the New Scotland Times, and sucking up the fragrance of French teak wood, which was used a-plenty in the Vietnamese establishment we frequented in the outskirts of Regensburg. "About that there's only them psychopaths that believe in inner self," Beanie said. "What do you mean?" asked I. "A true and awakened approach to the self will always or even all ways need to acknowledge that their ain't none." "Yes, yes, I know that, don't mistyfi," I said. "OK, I'll cut a long story. The end of the mirror stage ushers in the rise of primordial jealousy and an inauguration into the social I," Beanie said. "What!?" said I. "Or else there's paranoiac alienation. That's where them psycopaths come from. They think they're ain't none love." "Thinking to their self," said I. "Yup," Beanie said. "Youp," said I. phatic Longstreet Institute of Higher Learning Way ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html