Sometimes there remains one large Yaw, high and knobbed, red and moist; this is called the master Yaw; […]

[…] less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

Now, I experienced the bogfart bot invasion of alt.flame in 1994. Sadly, the U. of Pitt server DOES NOT include alt.bogfart newsgroup,But, Wait, JOHN D. AN ALT.FLAMER, MODERATING ALT.BOGFART?

Okay, give paw. I caught her flopping paw, gave it a shake, and fed her the treat.