“The people who wrote the mediaeval ballads,” answered the priest, “knew more about fairies than you do. It isn’t only nice things that happen in fairyland.” “Oh, bosh!” said Flambeau. “Only nice things could happen under such an innocent moon. I am for pushing on now and seeing what does really come. We may die and rot before we ever see again such a moon or such a mood.”

By the point I got involved there, it had become an issue of technical nargery rather than attack, and do you really expect an obsessive htmlgeek to pass that up? :)

And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night

a bastion of hope