What is anger at its fittingest, in its fittingest form? What is fitting, or fittingest for the requisitely unblessed? Unblessed by nature, unblessed by conduct, undine underneath obsessed.

The andiron ambles up again. Handed to me, it spreads its steam from sea-foam me.

If I carried any kind of clout, I could mete out comeuppance. I probably don't need clout. I choose not to destroy. Use that, use that. If I boil off, that just means I'm bound to recondense elsewhere. In the meantime the steel's tempered.

But you awful blithe thoughtless sorts will pay.