There was a ditty I encountered in some magazine (Life, Look, Post?) around '61 to '64 I wish I could remember, called "Ode to a Code", in part:
You may liefer(?) be a lifer
Than a sentimental cypher
But the pressures ever rifer
intervene
To change your rage to umbrage
And your identity to numb(e)rage
as you... (forgotten)
(?) machine.
Hi! One of Anoreth's gerbils just died. An unexpected tragedy; they're supposed to live four years or so.