comment policy
I don’t have much of a comment policy, but I do adhere to some general practices:
1. All spam gets deleted.
2. All comments in languages I personally do not know get deleted.
3. Comments that make no sense (and I mean really make no sense, e.g. rambling, off-topic lines from poetry) get deleted. If you wish for your whimsy to survive moderation, preface it with a sensible heads-up.
4. Comments from first-time contributors enter the moderation queue. Be patient.
5. Comments with two or more links enter the moderation queue. Again, be patient.
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“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.