some years ago, I received an ar- ticle from Belgrade, Yugoslavia, entitled "Banja Luka Mon Amour." It was written on the occasion of an earthquake that destroyed much of that mixed Serb, Croat, and Muslim town on the Vrbas River in northern Bosnia. Its author, Nada Curcija-Prodanovic, was a well-known translator of Serbo-Croatian folklore into English. Her article consisted mainly of childhood reminiscences, but what I re-member most was its title. It seemed to me at the time that there...