) being cooked up for us. Sure, we could wait for the whole delightful smörgåsbord to go dancing playfully across our mental pallets, but I, for one, have never had a problem with snacking, as long as you eat at supper time. I had always admired the fact that RFC seemed to feel the same way, and what's more, that he would often feed the hungry for free (metaphorically again, I don't think he actually runs a soup kitchen, though if he does, I'll pinch hit for him so he can finish writing his next book 
) by making certain of his works available in electronic format without DRM software. It was that very charitable attitude that caused me to buy so many of his books. All of which is my way of begging RFC to please PLEASE give us a few pages of his next book! I'll settle for a paragraph, or heck, a few sentences. A sonnet? A limerick? A swift kick to the shin? Something?
