Hey! How the hell is everybod...oh. Sorry. It's the Mudcat Mellow Tavern. Uh, let me have a nice glass of Port, and I'll grab this rocker next to the fire, and catch up on my reading. Ah yes....Howard's End, page 6.

Away she hurried, not beautiful, not supremely brilliant, but filled with something that took the place of both qualities-- something best described (yawn) as a profound vivacity, a continual and..a continual...snore