His feet were pounding slowly onwards, unstoppably, as he stared at the ball gripped in his helpless hand.

Enlil hates me and I can no longer dwell among you, can no longer set my footsteps on the soil that is Enlils; but if I go down into the Apsu, dwelling with my lord Ea, then will Enlil send you showerfuls, raining down abundance on you.

2007 August 16, K_S_ONeill@yahoo.com, Regarding Leftpondia, alt.fan.cecil-adams, Usenet.

After changing my mouse sensitivity, I immediately started popping off.