I am here as a former poor, tortured soul who has at last, (thanks to Uilleand,) untangled the philosopher's knot of the egg and the pippin. But, alas, "the love that has no end" may still be hidden in the shadows - perhaps here at the tavern. I could use a taste of George's finest 12-year-old stuff and a bit of counseling - or so I've been told...