Once upon a midnight dreary, while I puffed, weak and weary, through many a rich and mapley bowl from my Autumn Evening stores—While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a gurgling, as of some one gently murmuring, murmuring in my Grabow's bore. “’Tis some moisture,” I muttered, “gurgling in my Grabow's bore—Only this and nothing more.”
Making good progress (page 1198) on "Rise and Fall of the Third Reich", but I got so tense I couldn't take it so I googled "WWII" to see who won. I won't spoil it for the rest of you in case you also might want to read the book.
Good evening to any fellow bachelors. The pipe is a Rattray's Brownie 113. The tobacco, a fine, coffee and fresh lumber scented pouch of Half and Half. The soup is canned, with notes of beef.