The spring-tight coil of days unrolls for them, / Their little and deep long eyes forewatch the dead — / The mouse-eyed Fates can number the known times / He will remember this, the thing unsaid.

Hey, what's up? – Hey! Good to see you.

My next bitch, pardon my Francais, may be a perfectly legitimate bug.

I've had dealings with Jo in the past, and found her very stubborn.