OH, but I DO agree. <br /><br /><img src="/images/icons/wink.gif" /> That STORYTELLING ought to be around a fireplace, beers/Grog for all, dog laying by the hearth so that when his loving people laugh or groan in chorus he can raise his head, stare about, Grin* and wag his tail so that the people know he is part of the pack, and then lay back content to the bottom of his honoured soul.<br /><br />And the stories ought to be of times past, men that took an honoured death, women that lived fecund lives and lived them long enough to raise their grandchilden to greatness, grandfathers that passed on skill astonishing and subtle, races that reached from greatness to lift up their lessers to stand by them, for the sheer pleasure of having equals. And all the stars waiting.<br /><br />But when you are WRITING a BOOK, the idea is to use those few symbols in a chain, a spiel of syllables, a syntaxical virus that drops your ideas into the heads of your audience, through his eyes, not his ears. <br /><br />* most Dalmations, and some Great Danes have this skill. Some "Blue dogs" from Australia can SORT of grin, by it is a typically sly AUSSIE grin, he is thinking of naughtiness, you bet. <img src="/images/icons/smile.gif" />