AFTERTHOUGHT •
SIR,-Mr. Alan Brien has set me mourning for my lost youth. To discover—in your Spring issue yet!— that the hours of incredible tedium I spent simula- ting idiocy for fear of frightening away the men I knew were unnecessary is too much for me. That there actually should exist men who find a well developed intelligence as aphrodisiac as a well developed set of mammary glands is something ...I Yearn to have known back in my palmy days. But alas, in my fourth decade, and with physical pro- Portions that would accommodate every bottom- Pincher in Fleet Street simultaneously, the news comes too late. Too late for me—but at least I will be able to bring up my daughter without warning her against cerebration, for fear it will hamper her reproductive life. There are men who like women who think! Ah joy! Ah bliss! Mr. Brien has made this Spring for me, indeed he has.
CLAIRE RAYNER
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