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It's been a good & Scottish past twenty-four hours: Burns Night tonight, saw Camera Obscura last night, nicked a copy of Ramsay's shorter poems during the day (yes, I stole a book), &, 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:
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!