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Ah, Susanne ... what ares those lines of, who was it, Rimbaud? - "'Scamp! Thief! Swine!'/ It's the pack of righteous folk / a-hunting the child!" Sometimes it is a child being hunted, and the child feels it; sometimes it's a murderer, but it's still a child who feels it ... Some time back on this list I said (rhetorically but, as I recall, with justified anger) "I spit on political correctness!", and a nice, politically correct lady said I had spat on her. I hope that you, now, won't think that I have called you a murderer; you're nuts, but there is a question, for me, as to whether you're stupid ... it's possible that your whole series of put-ons were an attempt at art. I disagree, however, with your ranking of your personae; Erminia was better. Susanne Massey, despite her occasional peace-offerings from "Marziale," is too pedantic, too overt an egotist. And that is intolerable to those who try to combat their egotism (and/or express it) with learning, commitment, pettiness, altruism, political correctness, thoughtfulness, tedious predictable hommages to overrated poststructuralist luminaries ... At any rate, they're getting ready to shut you down, mi'amore. I recognize the signs, the coldness, the self-righteousness ... Conservatives get some joy out of punishing; liberal joy depends on denying that joy ... Wouldn't it be amusing if "Erminia" and "Susanne" turned out to be ... jk? But life is seldom that poetic. Addio. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%