Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Oโer a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. โGet me out!โ I said, advising, โPluck me from this jail of text- or I swear Iโll wring your neck!
Jasper Fforde