Well, you've got to disregard the business about the Morgenstern copyright running out in '78. That was a defenite boo-boo but Mr. Sjog, being Florinese, has trouble, naturally, with our numbering system. Worse, he died. Mr. Shog I mean. It was easy.
Mandrake moves with all the verve and speed of a lizard flaked out on a river bank.
The only good thing that's happened in this whole mess is I finally got a shot at reading Buttercup's Baby . Up at Columbia they feel it's defenitely superior to The Princess Bride in satirical content. Personally, I don't have the emotional attachment to it, but it's a helluva story, no question. Give it a look-see when you have a chance. This is getting humiliating.