Date:         Tue, 17 Nov 1998 08:16:00 -0500
From: "the rags of time..." <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      [WRITERS] INT: The eMJay Interview Questions, Round Tuit

As the crowd begins to warm up, the master of ceremonies, clad in a puce
zoot suit suitable for yesteryear, with gold watch chain, two tone shoes
(could those be spats?) and a smile almost as wide as those lapels, says,
"Today's question looks at you as a possible representative of the finest
that WRITERS can be.  As the list representative, what are three pieces of
advice, recommendations, proposals, sage counsel, or simply stellar
suggestions that you would like to tell the world about?"

There is some shuffling of feet, glances from side to side, and a rustle
skitters through the crowd, obviously off-balance, but teetering happily
along.

And then you step forward to say...

[The declaration incandescent?  The assertion incomparable?  The assurance
of things unseen, undreamed, and glorious?  An affirmation of wonder?  A
proclamation, notification, report, tidings -- communication, or at least a
talk!]

Tell us what you said and what happened then...

"...I wander'd off by myself
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars."
        Walt Whitman

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