Heaven yield her for it, but in me put force / To weary her ears with one continuous prayer, / Until she let me fly discaged to sweep / In ever-highering eagle-circles up / To the great Sun of Glory, […]

Linux file system hopelessly corrupted and unfsckable. Despaired of losing all the data accumulated since the last CD backup, but then remembered an old Knoppix CD in the drawer. It detected all the partitions on the hdd, plus my USB stick, enabling a retrieve of my precious data.

Blah! Why can't I get this computer to work!

Mr. Venus undertook to produce it again in the morning, and to keep tryst with Mr. Wegg on Boffin's doorstep as the clock struck ten.