A middle-aged colossus

[supergee]

sturgeonslawyer informs me that "Rael," by the Who, says that the "red chins" will invade us, rather than "the wretched." I haven't been this disappointed in a song since I learned that "Groovin'" isn't really about a threesome with someone bearing the teasingly epicene name of Leslie. ("You and me endlessly," or so we are told.)

I related it to "the wretched refuse of your teeming shores" in Emma Lazarus's poem about the Statue of Liberty. I used a kinder reference from the same source last year when the fanzine-fan mailing lists I belong to, trufen and fmzfen, were enriched by the closing of the British mailing list Wegenheim. "Oh good!" I thought. "We're gonna get huddled masses."