A cold pudding of a book, a persistent snore in the next room... only the infrequent snatches of heavenly intonations redeem it from utter insipidity. I know I am going to be excommunicated for this pronouncement.*ahem* Cheers [a:Nabokov|5152|Vladimir Nabokov|http://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/aut...