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Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

You Many Have Noticed I Have A Temper ... But When I Calmed Down, I Realized That This World, Blighted And Imperfect As It Is, Would Be Better With You In It.

Comedy Was One Of Those Genres That While Appearing Quite Jolly Was Actually Highly Dangerous.

For A Taste That's A Bit More Distinct, Eat A Bird Before It's Extinct.

Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm Not Mad. I'm Just ... Well, Differently Moraled, That's All.