By the way, Tristan's Journal , I was trying unsuccessfully to recall the word atavistic the other day (for my comments here on Helen McCloy). Try as I could, it just wasn’t coming to mind. Thanks!
The season come again for winter’s tales, I tell you one which my nurse told to me As watched I warily the swirling snows. “I’ll raise one up,” she swore, “of ghosts by night…”