Forsooth!

I wrote a friend of mine today and she responded that she missed my writing.  I couldn't help but respond:

Forsooth!  In sober joviality, dear Mawie, I must adhere to this one truth:  I am a mere writer at heart, those words of our Society being most dear to my soul; any such bastardizations of mine words shall cause Hell itself to fall upon me and a Cat of Blackest Fur to descend upon those who shall tear my words asunder.  For it is not I who shall live for ever, but those words which are uttered by mine very digits upon their flexing board.

(Don't ask.)

~nv