<html><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; ">Don't cross Evanier, he's quick to throw a punch. <div><br></div><div>Chad</div><div><br></div><div><br><div><div>On Jan 31, 2009, at 2:18 AM, Alexander Durnan wrote:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><blockquote type="cite"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0; "><div lang="EN-US" vlink="purple" link="blue" bgcolor="#ffffff"><div><font face="Calisto MT" size="2">I miss your novels, Tone.</font></div><div><font face="Calisto MT" size="2"> </font></div><div><font face="Calisto MT" size="2">Hemingway can't hold a candle to you. Tolstoy? You call him Mr. Brevity. Evanier is even jealous, or so I am lead to believe by the word on the street.</font></div></div></span></blockquote></div></div></body></html>