[Eric]

I'm going to continue to give Powl O'Quell-You a miss. But tinned porridge doesn't sound too bad, Björn (I don't know whether you write your name with two pricks, or if you pronounce it B-dzhawn).

I can follow all the twists and turns of the psychology, the brainwashing, that goes on, but why don't these people sell baked beans or Viagra instead? They seem so obsessed with tricking people into selling things they don't want, and thereby screwing money out of the gullible. But surely if all they want is money, why can't they leave literature alone?