AAAAAHH THE CRAVAT (is that a cravat?)....it's so funny, say "Brecht" and the mental picture I get is: middle-aged guy, v short hair, glasses, rueful look. But of course he wasn't frozen in time like that, as this whole thread is about. (I just read Anne Lamott's new book where she quotes an eighty-year-old friend as saying he doesn't feel eighty, he feels like a forty-year-old man with health problems.)