Verily I say to you: when direst warnings appear written in the sky, it shall be the duty of every person to remove their hats and wave them in a three-quarter figure-eight motion.

That is how I see it, anyway.

Curse us curse us, versus precursus. Vente, vente, versa corriente. The heating element runs in switchbacks down the reflective mountain face. I was a geology major, you know, rock jockey. I changed from oceanography because there was no thesis. I am beginning to think that organic production is too much to expect from this conjunction.

There, I've done it, though minus the hat.

Uncle Joe says there are things the enemy can't know.