Wait. I defend Cyrano against your heartless borrowings of his name, and you imply this brings down the curtain of final darkness on all life? And then try to thrash me with the "This is not a nose, sir" dialogue in early French? What the hell?

I erred--it is not Republicanism which keeps you in the closet, sirrah.

You are a slumgullion, a ribald patty-shank, a miscreant of dreams, a babble-fish, an untoward galoot.

Go to.


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