‘Liverpool Oratorio’

Having foolishly decided to delve into Martin Bernheimer’s critique (sic) of “Paul McCartney’s Liverpool Oratorio,” I found myself deep in a morass of platitudes, fatuities and logorrheic diarrhea (“The ‘Cute’ Beatle’s Cute Oratorio,” Oct. 26). The senselessly repetitious contradictory phraseology was the height--or depth--of idiocy. The plethora of adjectival expressions left more than understandability to be desired.

His writing (sic) brought to mind an analogical phrase: You are mentally incapable of recognizing the line between legitimate persiflage and objectionable familiarity; Bernheimer should confine his repartee to affirmation or negative monosyllable. So, Buddy, say, “Yes, it’s good” or “No, it ain’t!”

EDWARD POLA

Redlands