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June 15, 2009
I am condemned to eternal exile in the land of unclosed italics. Here all is indirect quotation, or whisper sotto voce. No bean rows shall I have here, no hive for the honey bee, just slopey writing all the live long day.

I shall stroke my italicised Lares tonight, and pray that, by an uneven number of invocations, I may cancel the italics troll. Either that, or I shall threaten it with square brackets, a formatical Tony Parenthano.

I should have listened when they warned me, but, like assembling a Bar B Que, I never do.