"Time's up, Curve!"
*stands with arms outstretched*
t'is the 18th! and still the portal stands barred fast! Research mongering going slow? so many metrics to tabulate, polls to post, jibes to jest, and dispersions to render dispersed like the angry rabble who doth rail again the new in favor of the old! Feedback like the grating of copper on flagstone assailing the delicate sensibilities of Rodrick Usher within a maelstrom of disagreement.
"On August 15th until August 18th, we're temporarily disabling the old chat to get feedback on the progress made with the new chat software."
"lemme guess, now it's until the 19th.... or thru the 18th... or we're using the Julian and not Gregorian calendar... " *
chuckles*
It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself!? drown cats or blind puppies. I have professed me thy
friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. -- put money in thy purse,--: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration:--put but money in thy purse. These betters are changeable in their wills: fill thy purse with money:--the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. therefore put money in thy
purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a super subtle Venetian not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy; therefore make money.
Money:
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