Elanor, too, is baffled by the two-thirds-one-half-one-fifth thing. She trys to figure it out and calculate the probability that she is in the whatever percent of people the Barrow-Wight does like, the probability that she is in percent he does not like, and the probability *shudder* that she is in percent he wants to abduct and sacrifice. So many numbers, so little time. Still looking for a dance partner. With a sigh she guzzles a Dr.Pepper and returns to her calculations.
[ May 20, 2002: Message edited by: ElanorGamgee ]
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