I cannot bear to deal with panda-monium any longer. That is to say this whole affair has left a sow-er taste upon my tounge. This battle of wits has become too rug-ged for me and I can no longer sur-mount an attack upon my obviously more paw-erful foe. My armour has been den-ted and my will to go on has slipped into hibernation with the coming of the cold claws of death and inevitable the den-igration of my soul. These are indeed a sow-erful times when a man must gird his loins and gnash his teeth against this ever present and fur-boding beast.