OK, I am on a little bit of a roll here, with a request for a couple of chapters coming in this evening. But I'm too mindful of the past history of these things to get too excited.
One thing I can tell you: if all my partials and fulls out there now (zounds! four of 'em!) come in with nothing more than the usual form rejections -- no commentary at all, no runes to try to decipher, no clues to these agents' thinking -- then I will seriously be in need of an intravenous infusion of Laphroaig. (Talisker on the rocks will do in a pinch.)
UPDATE: And a request this Tuesday a.m. for 100 pages. Well, I may still not know how to write a novel, but it appears I may have finally figured out how to write a decent query. This is going to be hard to write about when all those rejections roll in. (I know -- crappy attitude. OK, I'll think positive(ly)!)