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As one of the guilty parties, might I suggest the summer delicacy of a jointly authored historical novel based on the so-called Areopagus? It would certainly beat grousing about contemporary politics, over which we have sagely remarked that we have no power. And I have grown too old and wise to think I could on my own write anything but a gross irritant about Edward Dyer. Chapter One: designing the agenda for the first meeting. Who will dare a date? Rob Dyer