I am obligated to you, bosom friends, kindred spirits, friends, and countrymen, for visiting my humble windmill of thoughts, my obscure blend of the frivolous delights of the mind, for enduring my stark and hopeless accounts of today's crooked politicians, for listening to my rants and my riddles, for daring to go beyond the spiked gate of my pessimism.

Your obedient servant,

Adora Svitak, Demoiselle