…on the fourth anniversary of his Celebrated Magazine from all of us at Castle Gormogon. We swear we intend to renew our subscription, but you wouldn’t believe the mess ’Puter made of the office last Candlemas when he mistook the phrase “receivables ledger” for “unleashed badger.” He has a terrible phobia of badgers, and his hearing was significantly impaired by the spackle with which he had packed his ears to block out the sound of the Czar’s bellowing all five hours of Mussorgsky’s Boris Gudunov over kerosene-and-maple-syrup shooters at the Peacock the night before.

Congratulations, Dr. B., and long may you wave.

Confucius, Œc. Vol.

Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.