Hi Mitzi - Much obliged for the invite, I appreciate it. I see you've taught erotic fiction in the Greek islands ... I've just found my ideal holiday! It wasn't on the south coast of Crete, by any chance? Cheers, Dec
I still owe you some feedback on pies from Shirlington, if I have it right. Sorry for the delay. I've got some egg on my face for that, but believe they still may be in business. Shirlington helps. Rents there aren't what they are on Wisconsin Avenue in DC, where we've seen fully seven merchants or restaurants go belly up in the last year or so. I don't know if this will satisfy any more than your curiosity, because the pies don't travel well. Yes, there are places like Mino's Pizza in Pittsburgh that will Fed Ex you a Pizza on dry ice for reheating, if you're empty enough in the stomach and full enough in the wallet.
As an incurable Anglophyle, I owe you a complete history of sorts. My father served as an attache at the American Embassay on Grovesnor Square under JFK. Both my Ph.D. mentor and post doc employer were Englishmen, as is my son-in-law. Brits on all sides and no way out, nor one sought, either.
Sometimes ideas about sex take over in literary ideas. The synonymous use of death for sex goes beyond passing the vital force to the next genitilia, oop, I mean generation and makes me wonder whether the Elizabethan code for sex didn't spill over to the Metaphysical Poets, chiefly Donne, who -- a preacher remmeber -- scolded (?) perhaps "Death Be Not Proud," which makes "Death, thou shalt die" an almost Bushian admontion for Nancy Reagen's "Just say no." Or if death is coitus, one could cleverly insert -- if mind and body are both willing -- an allusion to death via coitus in the character of Coy Tess, perhaps an undescribed confidante of Chaucer's Wife of Bath, but no relation to Hardy's Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Asleep indeed! Likely story. To sleep perchance to dream, of if asleep too near the fountains of youth, perhaps to wet dream. Now what to end this with a bang. TS Eliot advises to whimper out, but I'd rather go with David Hemming's line in "Blow Up" I must have it. Your collections of course. What else did you think I meant? Where can I get them?