[EXPLETIVE] DELIGHTED

As I was drinking my morning [caffeinated beverage] and reading the story about the [not Ralphs] brothers documentary “American [Procurer]” (by Cheo Hodari Coker, April 13), I couldn’t help thinking of Groucho [German Socialist], who said, “What’s the [clandestine] word?” And I bet my [existence] that if Groucho was [unextinguished], he’d want to [cognize] what’s underneath [prostitute] too.

More to the [salient feature], why does your [redactor] feel compelled to take this [prophylactic] action? I think it’s a bunch of [bovine excreta]. I’m here to [voice] that I am not an [utter fool] and feel certain that I could [maintain an erect attitude] to read, or even say out loud, whatever the word [prostitute] is . . . although perhaps not in [unspecified, but not large] company.

Maybe your [position of doubt or perplexity] could be resolved by using the actual words in the [citation], and then striking through whatever parts [urine] you off. That way, everybody [is victorious].

FRANK A. HERON

Los Angeles