Count Bérubé’s passage over Piedmont.

You’ve read it elsewhere, but the sinistral contract obligates I mention it, and so: Michael Bérubé renounces blogging exile, joins the gang at Crooked Timber. Hot holy damn.

Liverwurst, Battenburg, Emmenthal, Syllabub, Muscadet—
Throw it away! We need more height! Toss it all over the side!
O Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles!

Throw it all away, and live to fight another day—