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                        Mt. Holz Science Fiction Society
                    Club Notice - 6/26/92 -- Vol. 10, No. 52


       MEETINGS UPCOMING:

       Unless otherwise stated, all meetings are on Wednesdays at noon.

         _D_A_T_E                    _T_O_P_I_C

       07/15  MT: THE ULTIMATE GUIDE TO SCIENCE FICTION by David Pringle (SF
                       reference books) (MT 1P-364)
       08/05  HO: THE SILMARILLION by J.R.R. Tolkien (Alternate Mythologies)
                       (HO 1N-410)
       08/26  HO: BONE DANCE by Emma Bull (Hugo nominee) (HO 1N-410)

         _D_A_T_E                    _E_X_T_E_R_N_A_L _M_E_E_T_I_N_G_S/_C_O_N_V_E_N_T_I_O_N_S/_E_T_C.
       07/11  SFABC: Science Fiction Association of Bergen County: Nicholas
                       Jainschigg (artist) (phone 201-933-2724 for details)
                       (Saturday)
       07/18  NJSFS: New Jersey Science Fiction Society: TBA
                       (phone 201-432-5965 for details) (Saturday)

       HO Chair:     John Jetzt        HO 1E-525  908-834-1563 hocpb!jetzt
       LZ Chair:     Rob Mitchell      HO 1D-505A 908-834-1267 mtuxo!jrrt
       MT Chair:     Mark Leeper       MT 3D-441  908-957-5619 mtgzy!leeper
       HO Librarian: Nick Sauer        HO 4F-427  908-949-7076 homxc!11366ns
       LZ Librarian: Lance Larsen      LZ 3L-312  908-576-3346 mtfme!lfl
       MT Librarian: Mark Leeper       MT 3D-441  908-957-5619 mtgzy!leeper
       Factotum:     Evelyn Leeper     MT 1F-329  908-957-2070 mtgzy!ecl
       All material copyright by author unless otherwise noted.

       1. I want to enlist your help in a good cause.  If any of  you  see
       Evelyn,  I  want  you to say to her, "Eighty miles a week."  That's
       it.  "Eighty miles a week."  Thanks, I appreciate it.

       Well, let me tell you about why you are telling her  this.   Evelyn
       has   certain   house   responsibilities.   For  example,  Evelyn's
       responsibility is arranging for the driveway  to  be  shoveled  and
       ending  world tyranny.  (But that's another story.)  Another of her
       responsibilities is setting up the VCRs.  If there is going to be a
       program  on,  she  sets  up  the machine, pops in one of the buffer
       tapes, and makes a note as to which tape the program is going on in
       a  sort  of  tape-tracking  program.  At least 95% of the time this
       goes just fine.  Occasionally a recording is just not where she has











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       said  that  it was.  Often she updates the program from memory long
       after the fact, and she misremembers where she put the program.  So
       I  came up with a great solution.  An index card with digits "0" to
       "9" and a paperclip.  "Just move the paperclip when you  put  in  a
       tape  and  you  have a record of what tape you put in," I explained
       proudly.

       "WHAT?!"

       "It's just one more quick step."

       "YOU WANT TO TAKE OVER THE RECORDING?"

       "Uh, no, Buttercup, I just thought this was  a  better  way  to  do
       things."

       "IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I DO THE JOB, YOU ARE WELCOME TO IT!"

       "But it takes two seconds to move that clip."

       "GREAT.  YOU DO IT."

       "Sorry I said anything."

       Now for you to understand the next part, you have to know about THE
       CARPET  FROM  HELL.  We recently got new carpeting in the den.  Now
       we don't know a lot about carpets.  I assume many of you out  there
       already  know  about  THE CARPET FROM HELL, but you didn't tell us.
       You see, it looked like a dark carpet, but when the light  hits  it
       right  it  is  almost  white.  This makes it an "easy-care" carpet.
       With some carpets it is hard to tell when  they need cleaning.  THE
       CARPET  FROM  HELL  leaves no doubt.  One poppyseed and from thirty
       paces the carpet visually calls to you and says, "Hey, Jerk.   Come
       over here and get this thing off me."

       Then there is speedy recovery.  If I do pushups on  THE  CARPET  in
       the  morning,  I can still read my fingerprints off THE CARPET FROM
       HELL that evening.

       Now, the exercycle poses a problem  since  I  turn  it  toward  the
       television  when I use it.  For days afterward you can see just how
       I had it turned.  So Evelyn has a solution.  She puts a towel under
       the exercycle and a rug on top to hide the towel.  I try to explain
       to her that a rug on a carpet goes like a cheeseburger on a  bagel.
       But  as  the  last straw, when I turn the exercycle she wants me to
       rearrange the rug and towel so they stay under the  exercycle.   So
       next  time  she tells me I have to rearrange the carpet, I am going
       to tell her she has to do the exercycling.  And it's eighty miles a
       week  I  do, so I'll expect her to.  So if you see her, just remind
       her it's eighty miles a week.  But she doesn't listen to me.  So  I
       want her to hear it from you.


                                          Mark Leeper
                                          MT 3D-441 908-957-5619
                                           ...mtgzy!leeper










                                  BATMAN RETURNS
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  Three angry costumed neurotics
            battle in a big, silly, lovable comic book on the
            screen.  Two lesser villains from the comic turn out
            to be much more intriguing than the Joker on the wide
            screen.  This is a terrific, surrealist film.
            Rating: high +2 (-4 to +4).  Warning: minor plot
            spoilers in this review, almost all taken from the
            film's publicity.


            A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or
            it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
                 Oliver Goldsmith, preface to _T_h_e _V_i_c_a_r _o_f
                 _W_a_k_e_f_i_e_l_d

            In 1983, for the 50th anniversary of _K_i_n_g _K_o_n_g, engineers tried
       to inflate a fifty-foot gorilla balloon on the Empire State
       Building.  It was a real fiasco.  It never got more than half
       inflated, looked absurd, and became a real embarrassment.  When
       asked what he thought of it, a Japanese tourist said, "I love it!
       It's so American!  It's big, it's silly, and it doesn't work."
       _B_a_t_m_a_n _R_e_t_u_r_n_s is a film that could be made only in America.  It's
       big; it's silly; it doesn't work.  And above all it is lovable.  It
       is a mammoth King Kong balloon of a film that is nearly as endearing
       for what doesn't work as for what does.  It is one of those rare
       films that could end up appealing to art film fans and to Friday-
       night fun-seekers.  It is genuinely one of the most bizarre films
       ever made.  Its explosions of surrealism and its warped characters
       make its predecessor _B_a_t_m_a_n seem pale and lukewarm.  Rather than one
       villain, this film offers three and manages to make two of them much
       more interesting than Jack Nicholson was as The Joker.  In _B_a_t_m_a_n
       film the viewer knew how the Joker became the Joker.  In this film
       the viewer goes the additional step of saying, "Yeah, if that
       happened to me, I think I'd become like the Penguin or Catwoman."

            The film opens with a monster child being born to a rich
       household.  Rather than keep this horrible little creature, his
       parents set him adrift in a basket in a sewer.  There he is adopted
       by the penguins living in the sewer.  ("What penguins in the sewer?"
       you ask.  Shhh!  Let Mr. Burton tell his story!  Just accept it that
       there are a lot of intelligent penguins living in the sewer ... with
       the clowns.)

            Meanwhile, a big industrialist who pollutes the same sewer and
       is planning to steal a giant electrical charge from the city.  (No,











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       don't ask about that one either.)  Max Shreck (played by Christopher
       Walken) is the industrialist and he is _r_e_a_l_l_y nasty to his mousey,
       frumpy secretary Selina Kyle (played by Michelle Pfeiffer). Between
       him and her lackluster lifestyle, she is getting ready to explode.
       Selina comes home each night to her lonely apartment, calls, "Honey,
       I'm home," reminds herself that she is not married, feeds her cat,
       and listens to her mother's brow-beating phone messages.  Eventually
       when circumstances make Shreck see Selina as a threat he throws her
       out a very high window.  Miraculously she is not killed and in some
       mysterious way is rescued by alley cats.  (Hey, look, if the sewer
       penguins can save a monster baby....)  Selina completely makes
       herself over as the super-feminist, militant Catwoman, complete with
       skintight vinyl cat suit.  ("Life's a bitch; now so am I!" she
       says.)  Suddenly she is wreaking havoc with a bullwhip and doing
       amazing athletic flips.  ("How come she can do that now?" you asked.
       Shhh!  Now I've warned you.)  _V_a_r_i_e_t_y aptly calls her "a kitten with
       a whip." About this time the adult version of our monster baby
       emerges from the sewer with his army of clowns to make himself loved
       and to find his parents.  He is nicknamed the Penguin (and played by
       Danny DeVito).  Shreck decides to use the Penguin in a plan to
       discredit Batman and to have the Mayor ousted and replace him with
       the Penguin.  He is going to create a crime wave and make the Mayor
       look so bad that the people will replace him with the Penguin.  ("If
       that scheme works, how come Dinkins is still Mayor of New York?" you
       ask.  Shhh!  Now I'm not going to warn you again.)  Catwoman and the
       Penguin team up, knowing that with the Mayor thrown out they will be
       sitting in the catbird seat.  After that the plot gets strange and a
       little hard to believe.

            To say there are gaps in the plotting of _B_a_t_m_a_n _R_e_t_u_r_n_s is a
       gross understatement.  This is a film that somehow survives major
       lapses in logic.  You never know what is going to turn up in the
       sewer next without rhyme or reason.  There seem to be whole rooms of
       furniture, troops of clowns, and colonies of penguins.  Also in this
       world anyone who dons a weird suit suddenly becomes an athlete ready
       for the Beijing Circus.  We see Batman, the self-appointed
       vigilante, use lethal force on criminals in the street. Then later
       he lectures Catwoman on the importance of letting the law punish the
       bad.  In another inconsistency Batman berates Alfred for revealing
       his identity to Vicki Vale, but carelessly allows Catwoman to learn
       who he is, and later intentionally reveals his identity to Max
       Shreck.  (It is interesting that the film does go back and explain a
       plot hole from the previous film.)  Other places the plot assumes
       impossible capabilities for the Batmobile (it can be wider on the
       inside than it is on the outside).  Then it assumes that every
       family in Gotham would make the same mistake of leaving the same
       valuable unguarded.

            And with all these gaffes there is a lot to like in the new
       Batman film.  The late Anton Furst's set designs from the first film
       have been made more dreamlike and often given an _E_d_w_a_r_d _S_c_i_s_s_o_r_h_a_n_d_s











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       feel by the new production designer Bo Welch.  There are numerous
       allusions and touches in the film.  The Batman character was
       initially inspired, at least in part, by the idea of a crime-fighter
       as stealthy, dark, and mysterious as Dracula, the original bat-man.
       The first screen adaptation of the novel _D_r_a_c_u_l_a was the 1922 German
       classic _N_o_s_f_e_r_a_t_u, in which the actor who played the animal-like
       vampire was Max Schreck (whose name was slightly modified for the
       allusion, but is still noticeable).

            A rather nifty but probably nearly unnoticed allusion is a
       woman clown dressed in 18th Century French attire who delivers her
       lines in a sleepy monotone.  Could this be an allusion to Glenda
       Jackson playing a manic-depressive playing Charlotte Corday in
       _M_a_r_a_t/_S_a_d_e?  There are multiple allusions to Burton's best previous
       film, _E_d_w_a_r_d _S_c_i_s_s_o_r_h_a_n_d_s.  Much of the photography has very similar
       visual images.  Statues in the snow, such as are shown at the old
       zoo, look a lot like Edward's topiary.  The opening logo is over
       snow, not unlike the snow of the opening of _E_d_w_a_r_d _S_c_i_s_s_o_r_h_a_n_d_s.
       Danny Elfman, who scored all three films, in _B_a_t_m_a_n _R_e_t_u_r_n_s has
       borrowed themes from _B_a_t_m_a_n, but also style from his _E_d_w_a_r_d
       _S_c_i_s_s_o_r_h_a_n_d_s score.  Choral voices under the snow scenes show up a
       lot in this film as they did in _E_d_w_a_r_d _S_c_i_s_s_o_r_h_a_n_d_s.  One almost
       wonders, incidentally, with all the Christmas imagery if this film
       was really intended for a summer release.  One nice visual touch is
       that what looks like a line of virile Batmen standing in line in one
       scene is a closet of costumes.  The only thing missing from the
       Batmen are chins.  If Batman is a dramatic-looking figure in
       costume, it is the costume that looks so impressive, not him.  You
       could put Rick Moranis in that costume and he would look dangerous.

            Indeed, after all the discussion prior to the first film as to
       whether Michael Keaton could really play Batman, the role has once
       again turned out to be surprisingly undemanding.  The suit gives
       Batman his stature, the script gives him a little complexity, and
       Keaton steps through the role fulfilling its demands without
       contributing anything extra.  While that made him the best thing in
       the first installment, this time it just did not hack it.  This is
       Pfeiffer's and DeVito's film.  Living secretly in the sewers,
       hatching his plans, the Penguin clearly borrows heavily from _T_h_e
       _P_h_a_n_t_o_m _o_f _t_h_e _O_p_e_r_a.  Yet at the same time he can turn hot and
       angry in seconds, like Joe Pesci's character in _G_o_o_d_f_e_l_l_a_s.  He has
       not in my memory had a role that allows him such rage or such range.

            Until now I have always considered Michelle Pfeiffer to be a
       marvelously sexy woman who wears a lot of make-up and who does not
       have a whole lot of talent.  Sex appeal and make-up pulled her
       through _D_a_n_g_e_r_o_u_s _L_i_a_i_s_o_n_s and _T_h_e _F_a_b_u_l_o_u_s _B_a_k_e_r _B_o_y_s, but not for
       one moment of her acting have I ever considered her impressive.
       However, I can no longer imagine anyone else being better as the
       Catwoman.  Her uncompromising fury makes her a male chauvinists'
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       Batman would dare hit a woman, the next striking out at him for so
       much as daring to hesitate.  Forget chivalry--this woman wants blood
       and will do whatever it takes!

            As a side note: it is good to see Tim Burton taking a risk for
       a friend: Paul Reubens is back working again in spite of what is now
       rumored to be a rather unfair rap.

            There is a surprising richness of themes in this film.
       Batman's own story is distorted and reflected in the two colorful
       villains.  All three have their origins in pain.  All three have
       donned their costumes to work out their own personal neuroses.  All
       three characters seem to live by the motto that in rage and solitude
       there is strength. Even animals are compassionate compared to the
       brutal humans. The two tortured villains are each save in their
       moments of weakness by animals. The Penguin, like Edward
       Scissorhands, longs to be normal instead of a freak.  Does Batman
       wear the animal costume to set himself apart from humanity and to
       make himself a freak?

            To extent the sentiment of the Japanese tourist, _B_a_t_m_a_n _R_e_t_u_r_n_s
       could have been made only in the United States.  Only in the United
       States could $80M be spent bringing a comic book story to the
       screen, unembarrassed.  One need only look at _B_a_r_b_a_r_e_l_l_a or the
       Perry Rhodan film _M_i_s_s_i_o_n _S_t_a_r_d_u_s_t to see how it could have gone
       wrong.  I think America still leads the world in big, brash, silly
       films.  That may not be much, but it still something in which to
       take some pride.

            While I thought the first Batman film rated only a 0, I'd give
       this one a high +2 on the -4 to +4 scale.  You ain't seen nothing
       like this film.


































                             CITY OF TRUTH by James Morrow
                St. Martin's, 1992 (1990c), ISBN 0-312-07672-X, $14.95.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1992 Evelyn C. Leeper



               In the 1950s C. M. Kornbluth wrote two classic stories which
          centered around lying as a way of life: "The Marching Morons" and
          _T_h_e _S_p_a_c_e _M_e_r_c_h_a_n_t_s (the latter co-authored with Frederik Pohl).
          Whether Morrow's novella is a response (of sorts) to these, or just
          the result of being quoted John 8:32* once too often, I cannot say.
          But Morrow has given us a society in which everyone tells the truth,
          everyone knows the truth, and it does not set them free.

               Veritas (the "City of Truth" of the title) would seem to be
          following perfectly Kant's categorical imperative ("Act as if the
          maxim of your action were to become by your will a general law of
          nature"), which might lead the reader to question whether Kant's
          "Metaphysical Foundations of Morals" might not need a few revisions.
          It is the rare science fiction book today that takes on both the New
          testament _a_n_d Immanuel Kant, which is probably reason enough to read
          the book.  But Morrow manages to write a very funny book even while
          examining these weighty issues.  When one character asks her husband
          whether he copulates with a lot of women to strengthen their
          marriage, he says no, he just likes to ejaculate inside other women.
          I also liked the aptly named Camp Ditch-the-Kids.  In fact, it's
          probably Morrow's injection of honesty into the advertising and
          mercantile aspects of society that reminds me of Kornbluth.  There
          is much, much more, but to tell it would ruin a lot of the enjoyment
          of the book.

               But it's not all humor and jokes.  Morrow constructs a
          situation in which the main character needs something besides the
          truth--he needs the hope and innocence that lies (of commission or
          of omission) can bring.  And he finds that he is not alone in this
          need.  In the end, it is not the truth that sets him free, but the
          lies.

               Morrow is writing some of the most thought-provoking short
          fiction today, and I highly recommend his work in general and _C_i_t_y
          _o_f _T_r_u_t_h in particular.  I would nominate this for a Hugo next year,
          but a British edition appeared in 1990.  (In fact, this edition was
          apparently done from those plates and follows British spelling
          conventions.)  Maybe I'll just lie on the nomination form and hope
          no one notices.


          __________

            * "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you
              free."














                 UNIVERSE 2 edited by Robert Silverberg and Karen Haber
                       Bantam, 1992, ISBN 0-553-08038-5, $21.50.
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1992 Evelyn C. Leeper



               As Silverberg says in his introduction, "This is the second of
          a new series of anthologies of previously unpublished science
          fiction stories, carrying on the name and spirit of the
          distinguished _U_n_i_v_e_r_s_e series that the late Terry Carr produced
          between 1971 and 1987."  (Of course, he then goes on to explain how
          that's not entirely accurate, but you get the idea.)

               _U_n_i_v_e_r_s_e _2 contains twenty-two stories, ranging from the
          memorable to the unremarkable to the incoherent.  The best is "The
          Passing of the Eclipse" by Donna Farley, about a future society in
          which people all wear masks and, by extension, about the
          (figurative) masks we all wear in our society.  It's a moving story,
          and a thought-provoking one, worthy of consideration come Hugo time
          next year.

               Almost as good is Kathe Koja's "By the Mirror of My Youth,"
          about the consequences to one family when cloning humans becomes a
          real possibility.  It  did remind me a lot of Faye Weldon's "The
          Cloning of Joanna May" (I hope I have the title right there), though
          I suspect coincidence rather than influence.  (For reasons
          surpassing _m_y understanding, Silverberg and Haber follow this story
          with a protagonist named Rachel with another story with a
          protagonist named Rachel.  This is as bad as _F_u_l_l _S_p_e_c_t_r_u_m _2's
          placement of David Brin's "The Giving Plague" immediately following
          Karen Haber's "A Plague of Strangers"--and there's an irony that one
          of the "victims" of the latter is one of the "perpetrators" here.
          Part of editing is sequencing, and alas, this sometimes seems
          random.)

               Sean McMullen's "Souls in the Great Machine" is a must-read for
          people interested in the history of technology, alternate
          technologies, and what it really means to become "cogs in the
          machine."  (If this story seems unlikely, I suggest you read Kevin
          Anderson and Doug Beason's _T_r_i_n_i_t_y _P_a_r_a_d_o_x for a demonstration of
          how the idea here was actually applied in our world.)  Other stories
          worth reading include "Bruning Bush" by Carolyn Gilman and "Lost in
          Transmission" by Tony Daniel.

               I found this anthology spotty, but with five very-good-to-
          excellent stories (including one of Hugo caliber), I feel I can
          recommend it.


















                                   DELICATESSEN
                         A film review by Mark R. Leeper
                          Copyright 1992 Mark R. Leeper



                 Capsule review:  Weird and morbid comedy about
            life in some strange post-Holocaust future.
            Cannibals and vegetarians battle in a world where the
            only meat available is from other people.  Meanwhile,
            life goes on in a strange apartment house over a
            delicatessen.  Offbeat is putting it mildly.  Rating:
            high +1 (-4 to +4).

            The time is the future, perhaps ten years after it all went
       bad.  The sky is thick yellow fog.  Humans have two legs and frogs
       have four, but the only other animals left alive have six or eight.
       Legal tender is bags of lentils or corn.  And something else has
       disappeared with the world we knew.  What is missing is something
       like sanity.  With so few animals around, society has been broken
       into two classes, vegetarians and those who have taken to heart the
       adage that one man's meat is another man's person, so to speak.  The
       setting is an apartment house standing over one of the few remaining
       delicatessens.  And only rarely does the delicatessen have meat.  In
       the apartment there are the long-term residents and the transients.
       The transients do not so much move out as disappear.  And as their
       luck would have it, they always disappear just in time to miss one
       of the meat days at the delicatessen.

            In the apartment building live a typical bunch of people.
       There is the supremely myopic cello player who has nearly given up
       on finding a husband.  There are two men who make those toy
       cylinders that when turned upside down moo like a cow used to.  Then
       there is the nice woman who hears voices telling her to commit
       suicide.  She tries to oblige in complex and creative ways.
       Fortunately or not, her Rube-Goldberg-like suicide mechanisms just
       don't work.  Into this old neighborhood moves an ex-circus clown
       ear-marked to be literally dead meat.  Somehow he evades the
       butcher's knife and falls for the nearly blind cello player.

            With many a supremely gruesome twist and turn, this film is a
       logical descendent of the British film _T_h_e _B_e_d-_S_i_t_t_i_n_g _R_o_o_m and the
       French _L_e _D_e_r_n_i_e_r _C_o_m_b_a_t--two very strange slice-of-post-holocaust-
       life black comedies.  And it perhaps is the most entertaining of the
       three.  Some of its visual style is also reminiscent of _B_r_a_z_i_l.  the
       style is mostly short gag scenes that eventually add up to a plot
       which in the final third is somewhere between madcap and frenetic.
       This is a film for particularly morbid tastes in comedy.  I give it
       a high +1 on the -4 to +4 scale.

















                      GOOD MORNING, IRENE by Carole Nelson Douglas
                      Tor, ISBN 0-812-50949-8, 1992 (1991c), $4.99
                           A book review by Evelyn C. Leeper
                            Copyright 1992 Evelyn C. Leeper



               First there was _G_o_o_d _N_i_g_h_t, _M_r. _H_o_l_m_e_s, in which we get "A
          Scandal in Bohemia" told from Irene Adler's point of view.  Now we
          have a sequel, in which Irene (now Norton rather than Adler)
          investigates another mystery in which _j_u_s_t _c_o_i_n_c_i_d_e_n_t_a_l_l_y, Sherlock
          Holmes is also involved.

               The mystery involves tattooed corpses, Sarah Bernhardt, and the
          royal family of Monaco.  This seems like enough already without
          adding Sherlock Holmes, and indeed the sections with Holmes are the
          weakest in the book and seem pasted on.  (Not to mention that having
          two different first-person narrators, Penelope Huxleigh and Sherlock
          Holmes, is extremely confusing to the reader.)  The solution also
          seems to depend on a lot of unlikely coincidences, including the
          idea that one can copy a drawing and get exactly right those
          features that are important, even when they seem superfluous to the
          drawing as a whole.

               There are those who really like Douglas's Irene character.  To
          me, she seems as much a stereotype of the "Victorian woman with
          modern ideas" as Elizabeth Peters's Amelia Peabody or any number of
          other examples.  And while I could accept the occasional foray into
          male disguise, Irene is _c_o_n_s_t_a_n_t_l_y changing into male garb--to
          investigate, to explore, to fight a duel....  There's such a thing
          as overkill.

               The flaws are not so glaring as to keep me from reading the
          next book in the series (_I_r_e_n_e _a_t _L_a_r_g_e), but I can't get very
          enthusiastic over _G_o_o_d _M_o_r_n_i_n_g, _I_r_e_n_e either.