And you, little lovely, use words I've never heard, never dreamed of, cannot contemplate or translate from any Latin into sense. But that is good -- that is the strange beauty of language, that it can be so malleable.
I have heard that some of my relations are here. If poetry seems to you a rarity, I suppose you have not met my great-something-cousin-uncle Miniver Cheevy, or his brother, or their children. I only guess, of course, but I have heard they have a knack for it.
I wonder, little lovely, what sort of trap you intend to set? It's been some time since someone new hunted me...