And even though I have gone on to find other interests, I remain at heart a trufan.

I keep on fairbanking the chump until he is between a poop and a sweat. The score is half a C and he's broke.

A flower-wreathed instrument of his calling went to the player of the sprightliest air; after which awardment, the fiddlers, each to the tune of his own choosing, marched off the green […]

Not everyone here is a veteran sci.langer; certain topics will resurface again and again at the instigation of newbies (or even old timers). Believe me, I feel the pain of those self same veterans who must compell themselves to slog through yet another long thread on Esperanto or protoGreek or whatever.