The Musings 0' th' Orphaner. It occurs t'm'self early into da\/\/\/\/n that there is much I failed t' apply m'self t' in m' Alternian li\/\/es li\/\/ed an' as \/\/\/\/ell as an Bef0rus. I c0uldnae make it as a Game\/\/\/\/ard, nor could I succeed as an 0rphaner cullin. I tire greatly 0f li\/\/in' like a yokel f0ol. I tire o' these 0ceanic \/\/ie\/\/\/\/s \/\/\/\/it' 0ut an emotional grip. This is ho\/\/\/\/ I'n reminded o' m'self. This is ho\/\/\/\/ she (bein' th' Rankmaid), reminded me 0f \/\/\/\/hat I'\/\/e al\/\/\/\/ays been. It \/\/\/\/asn't \/\/\/\/ithin her \/\/0cabulary t' express an ap0logy 'pon me. I \/\/\/\/ould \/\/\/\/ait fer her stories night an' light. This time, ho\/\/\/\/'e'er, I'\/\/e been pro\/\/en \/\/\/\/r0ng. I \/\/\/\/as pro\/\/en \/\/\/\/rong for handin' her my quadrant \/\/\/\/hich \/\/\/\/as \/\/\/\/orth destroyin'. I'\/\/e been \/\/\/\/rong in the past. I'\/\/e sucken lo\/\/\/\/. L0\/\/\/\/er than the depths o' any drink. These \/\/\/\/0rds float about my pan, s0methin' she said durin' our caliginous spout like a shout. "Are y0u ha\/\/ing fun yet, Cr0nus?" Back then, I'd resp0nd in affirmati0ns, th0ugh no\/\/\/\/ I kno\/\/\/\/ that it ain't so. It's not like she didn't kn0\/\/\/\/ that. I said "I hate ye" as 0ften as I could, an' I s\/\/\/\/ear t'ye dear reader, that I still d0. An' it had t'\/\/'been so black. B'cause hatin' \/\/\/\/ith me had damned near culled her 0'er an' 0'er again.