My very artistic close friend, herself prone to anxiety, recently told me that after seeing me she often feels calm. That's nice, I said, wondering how on earth this could be. She went on: Compared to you, I feel like a phlegmatic lump. I smile when I think of her words, they seem like a compliment though they probably aren't. She has printed out the book cover for me with the new blurb - full size, full colour, I only had the old one, and it was in black and white. I am so impatient now to to get my hands on the real thing.