Now look here. There ain’t nobody going to out-gloom the Derb. Don’t I

have a piece up on the site arguing that we are all going to be turned into

gray goo by swarms of self-replication bacterium-sized next Tuesday? But

there comes a point, you know, like that bit in Gone With the Wind where

Rhett Butler decides that, as lost as the cause may be, it’s still worth

fighting for. You can Burnham and blather all you like, Jonah, but I didn’t

detect much fighting spirit in your piece. That’s why I thought a little

Henry V was in order. Aux armes, citoyennes! That’s someone else, but it’s

the mood I’m in.