It’s a bit quieter in the Corner now (this is being written at 2am). All those new (and rather noisy) visitors have, apparently, gone ‘to the disco’ with the Derb, so peace has, at last, returned to our haven. Proust is forgotten. It’s just the usual late night crowd here now. All those ghosts that Russell Kirk brought in are doing their familiar nocturnal routine in some of the more remote parts of our building, scaring, I fear, those few servants who have not retired to their attic rooms, and making life a misery for the interns who are, naturally, expected to be at their desks 24/7. Stop quaking lads! Walk down one of the grander corridors (just step over our narcoleptic security guard, Mineta) and you will find K-Lo in her command center, working late (there’s a surprise), busily deleting references to Star Trek all over the Web.

And, of course, as always, a light is burning in the dear leader’s office.