Thinking about the Traitorous Eight & all good things.

Spent a little while outside watching the white fluffy clouds, about to spend some time watching white fluffy vendor representative install software on a server, remote controlled by conference call, hopefully somebody more competent on the other end.

For treason is but trusted like the fox, who, never so tame, so cherished and locked up, will have a wild trick of his ancestors. Look how we can, or sad or merrily, interpretation will misquote our looks, and we shall feed like oxen at a stall, the better cherished still the nearer death.