Texticity would like to introduce an interim writer who will take over for your author on the days he needs a break from his musings. He comes to us from the South-Eastern part of a far Northern place, a place West of Topeka (but then what isn't). His name is Confusius (pronounced Con-'fyooz-us (the 'i' is silent)), and he will take the opportunities of my silence to impart his wisdom upon you in a way similar to stapling a parrot to your head and calling yourself a cockatoo.

And now, Confusius.

"When favorite pen die, bury it good, and give eulogy to its many words; however, sure to not bring new pen to funeral, for this is true bad taste."

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