Post #3059022

@stepleton #PERQ "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows misaligned fetches in our ears, Then imitate the action of the MST PROM; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the trace file Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled address register O’erhang and jutty his confounded LSBs, Swill’d with the wild undefined behaviors of an odd address'd Fetch2."