At the risk of appropriating a tribute to the great man himself, Charles II, I suggest that we raise our glasses in a toast, thus:
Here’s a health to these movies, Confusion to their enemies, And he that will not drink their health, I wish him neither wit nor wealth, Nor but a rope to hang himself!
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…”