Thread:Albugineous/@comment-22439-20130710213949/@comment-6720987-20130710220515

It seems that there isn't a moment too long of a rest for me as it seems more people are finding me. However, in any event, thank you good madam for the update. I don't think it is my time to be rescued from troubles but I'll promptly messaged you if that should, however, be the case. Now it is tea time for me so I will also leave some here too, as well as biscuits. However, I get the feeling that the wails of night grow near you, much like the raven, so I will also leave hot milk and cookies, or would you like it if I said melk en koekje?

I wonder if the language brigade be expanded for those that can talk to a machine but I suppose that is for another day, and possibly night and perhaps even many more. As with my profile, this message should end and it shall. Not with a prose with an iambic pentameter but with a simple trochaic octameter narrative that you know and love.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —           Only this and nothing more."