Hello my dears!
It is half past midnight and so, rather than try to come up with a coherent and original bit of patter for you, I’m just going to defer to the little gem that is Mallory Ortberg’s recent piece at The Toast, summarizing the emotional beats and poetic high-points of John Keats’ immortal masterpiece, La Belle Dame Sans Merci. (Knowledge of the original not required, although it is quite short and a good time on its own, and really, just read it and then the other thing, and enjoy; happy Friday.)
Aww, I feel so relieved.
Is that a desiccated rat on top of the card catalog?
Yes! :D