It's that time again when we toast Mr Quill's & Robert Burns' birthdays, read "Cock up your beaver", speechify, eat vegan haggis, & drink scotch. This was the end of the night last year, about which I'll say no more:

it came And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!
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