Searching within myself, I find I do still have the heart to continue my gestalt real-time reviews, but I have little heart, it seems, to choose to review the works of those in the circle of anyone who continues to show such a low view of me. Why should I do so, when I am inundated with other appropriate choices to fill the rest of my life? Not necessarily a big deal, I know, to anyone but me. This feeling of mine, admittedly, contravenes my (hopefully) purist reviewing instincts, but I simply impart it here, to get it off my chest. Otherwise, I may have stopped reviewing altogether, and I did not really want that to happen, at least for my own sake.