If anyone can find the last Woody Allen "Shouts and Murmurs" piece, it was in The New Yorker probably four or five months ago, and it was actually funny and not goofy or overwritten like the stuff in Without Feathers or Getting Even -- hey, I loved it when I was fourteen, but I mean, all right, you outgrow it, you absolutely outgrow it -- if anybody can find that piece and e-mail it or mail it or fax it to me, I will send you in return a used but still in good condition VHS tape of Mr. Allen's 1979 film Manhattan. This offer is good indefinitely. If for some reason two people find the story simultaneously, I can also offer a slightly more worn backup tape of Hannah and Her Sisters.