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It's been a good & Scottish past twenty-four hours: Burns Night tonight, saw Camera Obscura last night, bagged a copy of Ramsay's shorter poems during the day, &, just moments ago, appar(ent)(itional)ly, communed with the ghost of Rabbie himself such that I recalled from the other world the following occasional verse, suitable for about eight of eleven occasions that ask for verse: Your Grace Some caw it law to abstain, and they drink nane stranger than rain. It's no sae queer for a man to forsweer for liver and life, or God and wife. But say it be sin to hae dinner? I dine wi sinners!