kenneth branagh phones the air conditioning man cats must need go play rugby before that damn stuck stopcock will open the tin again my liege i am unto my eyes oe'r brimmed with mystery up to here with hair and heave so on the morrow do boldly bring me better tubes to stew and pump and deacons to bury this ancient heat and physic and humors which when prop'ly flushed will coax some pressure from this liquid fog which withal like force of a dozen splendored knights vanquishes foul staleness with atlas dispatch so that in keeping with these humble pipes good souls will raise their voices proud of this round land where workers work and democrats do fight and bush in hand proves naught and lurkers wake to prods of news that on the fall horizon yonder bright-flagged van advances 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