Well, sure, there's nekkid all over classical art. We weren't talking about just naked, just swords, just temples, or even just bimbos, but about the "ancient tradition" of showing naked bimbos wielding swords in temples. If that "tradition" is more ancient than the sagging skin ubder Boris' chin, I'd be very surprised. And yeah, my serious point, under the fun, is that I want more concessions to reality in my art. Women with weightless watermelons on their chests do nothing for me, and i do not feel even vaguely menaced by Goth bimbos wielding soul-stealing demon blades. The world has way too many soul-stealing demon blades in it anyway; let's hear it for a nice sharp, solid Claymore. Enough with the Calvin Klein models in chic armor, Ok? I just saw the movie "version" of Mists of Avalon last week, with its howlingly unlikely Beverly Hills 900whatever Arthur, Gwen, and Lance. No more Versace armor. It's about as appealing as Pat Boone singing "Smoke on the Water." No more swords too heavy to lift and too unbalanced to swing. Likewise armor with hooks and fillips and geegaws just made for snagging in a fight. If "fantasy" means "anything I want," it's pretty pointless. Extrapolation is a lot more interesting. And reality is a lot harder to create.