FOURTH NIGHT

Reader, can you spare a comment? I need your counsel. If you’ve been checking in on this website more than once a month (not that you’ve had any reason to until now), you may have noticed that part of my website has been as transient as the teenage playthings of Berlusconi. I’m not referring to the Twitter feed in the sidebar, which has admittedly become my recent teenage plaything, but rather to the tagline: the one-liner that identifies the website. I haven’t been able to settle upon a satisfactory phrase. Or rather I have settled upon too many. Or to be even more precise, my devotions fluctuate like those of a child plucking daffodil petals: “I love you, I love you not. I love you, I love you not.” 
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