O wondrous day! Bluef has repented of her windy ways and now sits
squarely among the minimalist masses. What do you know, Dusk? Apparently
you can teach old and useless dogs new tricks!

I must confess, Bluef, that I am slightly baffled as to why you've
adopted such a position. Brevity may be the soul of wit, as the hoary
adage holds, but surely you are far from witty, as your last public
offering rather clearly demonstrates.

I also feel obliged to point out that the impatient probably aren't
inclined to 'peruse' anything, much less the public newsboards.
Furthermore, your one slightly interesting turn of phrase invokes a
rather uncommon word in Achaean discourse, which would be quite novel
indeed had it not been invoked by the Keeper himself not a month ago in
response to your unsolicited blusterings. That's really very terrible
form, you know-- to insult someone publically while plundering his
proffering to bolster your own pitiful contumelies! It is more the
shame, though, that even when you model your words upon Dusk's, the
effect you elicit is one of comprehensive insignificance... except,
perhaps, that you possess a good deal of expendable gold and the resolve
to dispose of it as embarrassingly as possible.

For your sake, please, just stop.



Mathonwy Corso

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 575 AF.