Hemingway — a rally, just a rally? Do you realize you witnessed history?

You mean to say at AU today it was declared that:

The rain may never fall till after sundown. By eight, the morning fog must disappear. In short, there’s simply not A more congenial spot For happily-ever-aftering than here In Camelot.

It’s true! It’s true!

No longer must we only think back on all the tales that you remember. Come November, the snow may never slush upon the hillside.

Ah, Camelot.