} In brief, yes, I am still working, though greatly wounded and quite ill.
} The Boracle has largely taken over my duties, and you may expect that
} most questions I do not answer personally will be answered in a boring
} manner. If you don't like this, you can get rid of the Boracle
} But now you surely want to know why I am so greatly wounded and ill.
} It's the Boracle's fault too, I'm afraid. The Boracle came to tea last
} Wednesday. We reguarly have tea on the first Wednesday in June each
} decade. (One does not wish to spend too much time with the Boracle, who
} is far worse in person than on the net. However, one has professional
} obligations.) It has been our invariable custom that the tea should
} start at 3:30. Wednesday, the Boracle showed up at 11:15 a.m., when I
} was still wrapped in iron bands and suspended from the ceiling over the
} pit full of crazed lobsters. And of course the Boracle brought Mumpsy,
} and of course Mumpsy jumped up to lick my face, knocking me off of the
} stand and dumping both of us into the crazed lobster pit.
} The Boracle fished us out (Mumpsy first), and took us to the hospital,
} and so our tea was somewhat delayed. Still, by 6:45, we were sitting in
} my hospital room, sipping hospital tea out of hospital styrofoam cups
} and eating hospital cookies and slices of the homemade coffee cake that
} the Boracle was so proud of having made. I think that's why I'm ill as
} well as wounded, but it might just be spending so long with the Boracle.
} You owe the Oracle some Boracle remover.