Oh, bless you my kind Falcons!
My brief collapse last eventide seems to have had an adverse effect on my spirits this day.
It was thus that I declined lunch with Sir Cardigan-Panda, preferring to sit alone with my copy of the Iliad and contemplate the latest moon of reason that I may be thrown by the contemptible sparrow that is my earthly reason.
I shall have to take the tailor to task over those buttons - I must needs find the chit so as to produce ocular proof the next time his mocking form upbraids me like some wandering parsnip.
Kind refraine.
Hektor
