We had some Lear last Christmas, so let’s make it a tradition. A new will-o-the-wisp. *** When awful darkness and silence reignOver the great Gromboolian plain,Through the long, long wintry nights; —When the angry breakers roarAs they beat on the rocky shore; —When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heightsOf the Hills of the Chankly Bore:…
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