Liza May, happy to help with msm and such, but Pet must away to the lonely North Sea and Orcadian sky eftsoons, yet not before a Sybilline word or two. It turns out that Sybil was not a multiplicity of folks in one wrapper, but a compliant patient. When the good doctor wanted her to be X, she was X, when Y, Y, and all was well till a new doc spelled the old, and Sybil innocently asked, Do you want me to be X? So was the scam revealed... to some. It's so delicious a tale that some still believe it, and I know a few who live by it. But the tale also hides a crankier truth, which I meant-- that NONmultiple folks DO have many 'selves' jostling for a moment's dominion of the Self, each crowing, 'I am the One!.' Likely the origin of monotheism... And men, yes, are inferior beings-- humans. All love, Pet