Sweetly said all. I must confess the layers of reality do collide here and there -- leaving the Tavern, I realized I had departed rudely, not with proper adieux, but that was because, in that spacetime, I had had too much Rofli Oil or whatever that brew is called. Phew!

At the same time I was hitting the midweek fatiques in California, so had to shut down the mac and retire for the night, hence my departure.

A third layer at work (due to the fatigue) was that it was growing hard to come up with Elizabethan couplets, and thus keep up a decent conversation.

The tavern, and my office at home, and the far off universe of Elizabethan thoughts and phrases, all bubbles which slid together and collapsed in the welcome surfeit of sleep. What a strange way to live -- like a multilayered mousse with a candle in it!

What a brilliant and fun crew y'all are! Thanks for the evening.

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