Some say the world is big enough for all of us but I think you take up too much space in the book review section. I hate the way you in the destructive element immerse your meters and swift procession of tropes, your book prize, your Japanese garden. Here's the worst--- every time I see you with him I feel the same hot surge I felt when I realized I'd left the copper kettle on high, all the water boiled out, and I almost burned down my house. Thank God your nose looks like a can opener or I'd have another reason to detest your ingenious blend of sentimental and sarcastic. But if you phoned and said "Let's go out to lunch" I think, R., we could be friends.