I wrote a friend of mine today and she responded that she missed my writing. I couldn't help but respond:
Forsooth! In sober joviality, dear Mawie, I must adhere to this one truth: I am a mere writer at heart, those words of our Society being most dear to my soul; any such bastardizations of mine words shall cause Hell itself to fall upon me and a Cat of Blackest Fur to descend upon those who shall tear my words asunder. For it is not I who shall live for ever, but those words which are uttered by mine very digits upon their flexing board.
(Don't ask.)
~nv
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