Just for you, Daniel

Today after noticing on Mad Scientist's blog that her name had been changed to "Jeni, the silent feline," your humble narrator realized just how long it had been since her last blog entry. Mad Scientist is mistaken however. Felines are not silent . . . they are merely mired in the seventh circle of hell--the one in which you are transformed into a gnarled bush and attacked by Harpies while watching your own corpse hanging from a tree limb. This middle ring of the seventh circle is reserved for those who commit violence against the self; according to Dante, this translates to suicides. Alas, the great poet was blissfully unaware that self-violence may take many forms, dissertating being among the worst. Perhaps someday, your narrator shall emerge as a whole person again. Until then, she shall proclaim the horrors of excessive education: Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.