In Which Your Humble Blogger really likes the verse, having gone through it. There should be much more commentary on it, or at least I should have more of my books with me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes it about halfway through the verse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure that this isn’t going to be the first of a series. But if I’m wrong, I’ll be really angry.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders a wonder, without bothering to do any research on what really works and what doesn’t, out in the world of people who track that sort of thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives it a try, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds the—hey, why can’t we call them mobile phones, like they do in England? I mean, who cares whether they are cellular, right? The important thing is that they are mobile.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to enjoy vicious sadism. Probably a personal flaw.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders whether the chicken was copying off the egg, or whether it was the egg that was the lazy one. I mean, no legs, for one thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has difficulty coming up with something to put in the pull-quote. This must be why people pull it from the text that’s already written.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is process-oriented rather than goal-oriented.