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thought it didn't sound romantic enough.'
    'There was a very fine novelist called Phyllis Bottome, and it didn't hamper her in the least. Passion Fruit, by Dagmar Bumstead. It sounds just right to me. Of course, if you want to be mysterious and hide behind a pseudonym, we could think of something else.'
    'Dolly Bronte?' Tudor said. 'Fifi Austen.'
    'Give it a rest, man,' Thomasine said.
    'I have to say I'm not a reader of romantic fiction,' Blacker said, 'so I gave this to a colleague to read, and she told me she devoured it at a sitting and would have read another if you'd written one.'
    'I have,' Dagmar said. 'I've got eleven more at home.'
    Blacker's jaw dropped and his eyes took on a glazed, defensive look. 'Haven't you submitted any of them to publishers?'
    'Repeatedly. They keep coming back with rejection letters.'
    'I'm rather shocked to hear that. I believe your work is first-rate.'
    'Thank you,' Dagmar said in her matter-of-fact manner. 'So will you publish it?'
    He cleared his throat. 'Em, as I explained, I'm not wholly familiar with the romantic fiction market. I'll need to consult an expert before I commit myself.'
    Dagmar's head dropped a little. In the audience, Thomasine turned to exchange a look with Tudor.
    Blacker moved on. 'There's just one script I haven't discussed, and that's "Tips for the Twenty-First Century". As far as I can gather, it's a collection of practical information. What to do with those elastic bands the postman drops on your doorstep, and so on. As a premise for a book, it's not new, but it could be rather clever. Whose is it, may I ask?'
    'Mine.' The voice was Jessie's.
    'You must have spent some time collecting all the tips.'
    'A lifetime,'Jessie said. 'Some were passed down through my family.'
    'Such as pinching the tip of one's little finger to prevent a sneeze?'
    'Indeed.'
    'And the parsley leaves and vinegar to improve one's breath?'
    'Absolutely.'
    'You don't approve of products one can buy?'
    'My tips are all based on natural substances,' she said.
    'If I'm right in my instinct, and sometimes we have to follow our noses, there's a gap in the market for a book such as this,' he said, 'but I have to point out that some of the remedies sound rather old-fashioned. In view of the title, I think we should be looking for some tips involving modern technology, mobile phones and so on.'
    'It's not that kind of book,' she said.
    'But the title.'
    'I had to change it. Until 1999 it was "Tips for the Twentieth Century".'
    He said, 'I like "Tips for the Twenty-First Century". I like it very much. You've updated the title. All I'm suggesting is that you update the tips. You might have a section on text messaging.'
    'I don't think so,'Jessie said.'I don't know the first thing about it.'
    'Then you're well placed to find out. By learning the basic principles for yourself you can explain them for your readers.'
    'No, thank you.' She wasn't going to move on this.
    'What did you say your name is?'
    'Warmington-Smith.'
    'Let's be friendlier than that, shall we?'
    'Mrs Warmington-Smith.'
    'Oh, stupid me. It's here on the front of the script. Well, Jessie, any author ought to be open to suggestions. You have a fine idea for a book, but the contents do need some attention.'
    'What you are saying is that the title is all right, but you want a completely different book.'
    'I wouldn't go that far.'
    'What else would you change?'
    'It's your book, of course, but you might have a chapter about the internet. There's so much on offer. People can get free advice on planning a car journey, for example.'
    'I don't have a computer.'
    'Oh.' There was too much disappointment in that 'Oh'. He made an effort to brighten up. 'Well, perhaps you should invest in one and write a chapter about the difference it makes to your life.'
    'It would take me years to learn. I suffer from technophobia. My book is meant for people like me who are trying to survive in a world where every other person in the street is holding something