Two years of self-indulgence, affectation and purple prose.
The little Frankenstein I cobbled together here at The New Psalmanazar is a toddler now. If he still knocks over the furniture and makes a mess of his food, well, that’s only to be expected. And the smell? Let him revel in his innocence a while longer – potty training is a second expulsion from Eden and not to be rushed.
I raise a glass of something or other: “To two years – and to you, my friends and readers. Cheers!”