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> There was a young man from Quebec > Stood buried in snow to his neck. > When they asked, "Is you friz?" > He replied, "Yes, I is. > But we don't call this cold in Quebec." > > -- Russ I grew up with this limerick, because my mother was born in Quebec City and had many tales to tell (and photographs to corroborate) of being buried in snow up to the second-floor windows. My uncle tobogganed out his bedroom window in one memorable story, and there was a tunnel from the front door to the street ... My mother still maintains, however, that at least she was never cold _indoors_, unlike in her newly married life (fifty years ago this fall) when she moved to Britain and had to learn to light coal fires in draughty rooms, and to shut doors to keep the sepulchral cold of the other rooms out of the living space. What will happen to our witticisms and reminiscences if CASLL begins to feel lurked upon ... (to mangle a perfectly good intransitive verb) Has anyone pointed out, BTW, that "alien" is a ggod word to apply for temporary crossborder types? That same mother never did like being called a "resident alien" in the USA. (I always assumed that non- resident aliens were the visitors in UFO's....) Enough nonsense -- sorry! Susan ********************************************************************** Susan Drain 902 457 6220 Chair, English Department FAX 445 3960 Mount Saint Vincent University Halifax, NS B3M 2J6 [log in to unmask] Canada Note change of address from [log in to unmask] **********************************************************************