To a Beer Poor cowerin' skittering wordies, oh what a pounding's in thy hurdies as you fudder hither, hoising meanin' above your heads in lobster kists. We who snecked the haggis, an' sup'd our tifty neeps, maun borrow a' your best blether to descrive e'en the least virtue o' Skull Splitter ale. 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