Operation ÖSTERREICH
I am well past sick of having to wear my wide-brimmed straw hat for protection against the increasingly oblique angle of the death rays of the Accursed Sun. 'Tis December. Where are the clouds? Where is the unbroken blanket of gray that oppresses the spirit & saps morale? (At least for many. Such skies make my heart fairly sing.)

The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Letters to Cleo, "Alouette & Me" from Go! (T.L.A.M.)