Return to the blue lagoon . . .

At long last, your humble narrator hast returned to the vast abyss of dissertating and hast vowed to remain there for no less than the entire duration of chapter the second. She hast found, much to her delight, that imbibing a single glass of peach juice laced with Malibu rum seems to foster such activities--hopefully not to the detriment of coherence. She hath furthermore discovered, in apparent connection with her venture, a vehement desire for the music of one 'Cher' and wonders if there might be some clandestine and hitherto unexplored association between said musician and Stoic virtue.