That was Bill Watson, the greatest classical music disc jockey in NY, who came as a refugee to WBAI (free-speech listener-supported radio) when William F. Buckley, no less, sold his classical music station to a company who wanted to covert it to top 40 rock'n'roll. Buckley, a classical music lover, and aware that the unique resource he had created would be turned into something perfectly ordinary, explained that this was the way to maximize profit--and was thus a prisoner of his principles, and a harbinger of things to come. Watson always talked and read a fair amount when he was at Buckley's station all-night, 7 nights a week. When he came to WBAI to do one shift a week, he did as much talking as he had done in a week at the old gig. Obviously there was a lot less music, and the format lovingly crafted over years was gone, and I think no one was completely happy. It was in this period that he read some of my books--brilliantly. The rule we observe about when a dog has completed its assignment is when discomfort dominates pleasure of living. And of course, when a dog is a threat to the life of others, and cannot be reformed--but that is rare. Welcome to reading my stuff again--when I enter my dotage in the near future, I plan to do the same thing.