The Wooden O

A pitiful thing

A pox o' this comment spam! May these base cullions who do so infest my site ne'er thrive!

Gentles, I profess would not ill-convenience you in any manner. Howsomever, my hand is somewhat forc'd, and I must in sadness henceforth require registration of any who would comment. I know 'tis a gall, but trust me, against the vile flood of spam 'tis but a trifle. Moreover, I here swear that I shall ne'er abuse thy details, nor give them out to any other.

I remain your obedient servant, and my delight at your words is as great as ever it hath been. Let not this paltry registration come betwixt us, I pray!