From: Asy . Alas, poor Webboard! I knew him, Ian: a fellow of infinite thought, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne us on his board a thousand times; and now, how ingrained in my imagination it is! My pride rims at it. Here hung those posts that I have read I know not how oft. Where be your posts now? your ideas? your questions? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own abilities? quite post-fallen? Now get you to new forum's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of dreams what posts may come... Farewell sweet webboard, we will look fondly on you from time to time, and I say all ye who posted here, we shall revel again, in the new forum beyond. asy.