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I've had what bits and pieces I can remember from 15 years ago, of The Raven, caught in my head like a catchy tune for the past two weeks. As I'm soaking in the tub, stirring batter in the kitchen, driving down the road, drifting off to sleep, it's always Once upon a midnight dreary/while I pondered weak and weary/over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore/while I sat here nearly napping/suddenly there came a tapping/as of someone gently rapping/rapping at my chamber door... I know there's something in there about the lost Lenore; quoth that fucking raven - Nevermore! I will just have to give in and go retrieve the book off my shelf and read it to the children soon, I guess.