To begin with: I object to this line
of questioning. Custom holds that being
fluent is a sure symptom of neither wit nor
innocence. I have no strong opinion
on the issue. If I stutter, I do
so only for the gross rhythmical
effect. Candor: all winter I thought of
mourning its loss. O dark age and unevent-
ful epoch. Did we not once fuck to beat
the band? Did we not bewilder the infidel?