How may I auoyde / (Although my will diſtaſte what it elected) / The Wife I choſe, there can be no euaſion / To blench from this, and to ſtand firme by honour.

As soon as man began to make things, to fasten a handle to a stone implement, to construct a wattled roof, to weave a mat, skeuomorphs became an inseparable part of his brain, and ultimately occasioned a mental craving or expectancy.

Today's entry got to me just in the nick of time. Saving me by the bell is Reilly Campbell.

You arread me aright.