My dearest friends,
I write to inform you of the arrival of the latest offering in the RBi canon: The Amherst Ghost. Tis a woeful tiding, full of pricking hairs and shoddy construction. Were it not for the current bedevilment in which I be encased, I should choose not to render such a plainly ineffectual bloggestry. But alas! The Amherst Ghost hath rent my resistance limp.
Presently, I am huddled 'neath my desk, trying not to make a peep. I desire his ears remain ignorant of my presence! Shh! You fool! Not a peep, I say!
In all good conscience, I beg - nay! - I implo ...