A Title for All Time

My esteemed colleagues, I report to you now that I have done it. I have started a weblog. Our little internet has grown wildly in a most uncouth manner, and I hope to add ever the slightest touch of class, in hopes that she grows into a charming young woman, on the arm of some upstanding young man who has a strong lineage and speaks in polite tones becoming of a fellow. I wish to meet this man, give him a steady yet firm handshake, give him a plot of land in the country. Perhaps Lichfield. Perhaps Oswestry. I care not if he is of noble birth, as these are modern times, and I know the common discourse of the day.

But of course the shifting sands of time will ruin our beautiful cherub if we are not steadfast in her upbringing. Spare the rod and spoil the child indeed. These writings are to better our little one, not to denigrate, but to challenge her. I have nothing but the best hopes for her future and for yours.