Yes, this is the place where heads hurt and ignorance goes to die, Margie -- lol -- you should be free to fall into the blissful arms of dementia with a corn cob pipe between your sweet lips and a clipped bud on your lap...well not on my watch lassy -- you get down from that rocking chair and gimme fifty for starters...Then I want two thousand words on Paradise Lost [if indeed you're still standing]! And why Milton called Shakespeare the "dear son of Memory, and great heir of fame" Then come back to my class with a little more respect for the sixteenth century vernacular! 😎