let me say that with Mrs. B's rarefied musical background, it wouldn't surprise me to learn at Saint Peter's gate that she had been correct. She traveled in privileged circles and may have come across some firsthand knowledge less privileged beings such as I have no access to. I'm just saying she may have.

And I have to say, with the deepest possible respect, that you must have been smokin' something if you think there is a whelk's chance in a supernova that your beloved Mrs B. is anywhere near right in calling that "zz" monstrosity Maaori. There's right, nearly right, totally wrong, waaay wrong, and then there's this.