Letters: Oct. 31, 1969

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Sir: Your "Black Lamps: White Mirrors" [Oct. 3] is the most eloquently beautiful article to appear in TIME since I first started taking your magazine 30 years ago. I am reminded of two haunting lines from a poem by Countee Cullen:

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

(MRS.) ELSIE H. BOYLE A.P.O. San Francisco

Bon Appetit

Sir: Re the story "Tale of a Snail" [Oct. 17], I have one question: Are they edible? If so, they should warm the cockles of any and all gourmet hearts.

HENRIETTE ROUGRAFF Sewickley, Pa.

> Edible yes; heartwarming no. After boiling for 1½ hours, they remain tough and rubbery, smell like burnt chicken feathers, and taste like rich, black humus. Another 45 minutes in the pot does little to improve the dish.