[Anguirel]

I wish to make another of my astonishingly accurate predictions.

Beorn will shortly produce a painfully long "analysis" of everything I've written, in which every joke, insult, defence or attack will be construed as commands to secret accomplices, in which hairs will be split (ho ho) to produce accusations of inconsistency, and whose conclusions I could probably write now, in my sleep.

The rest of the day will then consist in obsessing about whether or not I am guilty. I won't bother to defend myself. An innocent, though quite probably not me, will be hanged in the general confusion.

It would be very nice if for once my prediction didn't come true.

I really wish I were a wolf, because if so I would currently have an ego five times larger than phantom's. But I regretfully insist that that is not the case.