[His voice is quiet, cold and musing.]

Hm... I can already tell this is not I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. Or a piece of literature at all, for that matter.

As such, exactly where am I? As bumbling as that fool Mycroft is, I doubt this is the work of the Prose Portal as, again, this cannot be a book of any kind. The characters are far too dumbfounded ( Read more... )