We need to get off the snake/tentacle thing (and *I* am not a tentacle). To start getting us off the subject, I have an appropriate eecummings poem: when serpents bargain for the right to squirm and the sun strikes to gain a living wage- when thorns regard their roses with alarm and rainbows are insured against old age when every thrush may sing no new moon in if all screech-owls have not okayed his voice -and any wave signs on the dotted line or else an ocean is compelled to close when the oak begs permission of the birch to make an acorn-valleys accuse their mountains of having altitude-and march denounces april as a saboteur then we'll believe in that incredible unanimal mankind(and not until) e.e.cummings This, and more, poetry is available from ocf.berkeley.edu in the /pub/Library/poetry directory. Tramm "Will not be a snake for net access" Hudson tramm@lsmsa.nsula.edu