Well analysed, Blitzkrieger.
I showed that letter to my sister who has serious qualifications in industrial psychology.
She couldn't stop giggling and took a copy to share with her colleagues.
In my case, it reminds me very much of the kind of thing that one would find in a briefing folder given to 'specially selected'
teen-age applicants for the position of door-to-door encyclopaedia salesman back in the late sixties.
No doubt, Neville Howell is being supported and counselled by his loving wife for having been dumb enough to be pressured into
putting his moniker on that masterpiece penned by one of "xxx's" anointed and up-coming favourites.
We sympathise with you at this difficult time, Neville.
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