One Way, To Dullness, 'Tis Inclined

      Some of you may derive some enjoyment from these "epic parodies", though I can't say there's much that isn't little more than hackneyed, laborious indignance masquerading, not at all convincingly, as humour.   Somewhere in The Great Beyond, John Dryden is rolling his eyes and thinking that he may indeed have been too hard on poor Shadwell.

      (Query: is it even possible anymore for American to produce a satirist of Pope's or Dryden's, or even Mark Twain's, ability anymore?   Magic Eight-Ball reads "All signs point to NO." *shrug*  )