At Soylent Green Acres, my current residence, Saturday nights mean two things: tapioca pudding and a meeting of my literary group. The subject for last night's discussion was: Which Sucked More, Moby Dick or Atlas Shrugged? After a most spirited discussion (there was frigging pudding everywhere), we split 3-3 on the subject. (I should note that two members continually referred to Captain Ahab as "Gregory Peck," so I suspect they may have cheated.) Would anyone care to break the tie?