Ser Mark,

Jeez, is everyone going to jump on this Mount Holly meme?

Well, not me!

I, for one, will plow the high ground.  Your clever play against my
play involving your legendary waters of cinnabar for example, are
clearly nothing more than a ruse to steer others away from your true
reference - the cinnebar tree of Southeast Asia - whose supple limbs
enfuse any barbeque with a sweetness beyond musquite, burning with a
rosy glow, with more below.

Deftly, this is a thinly veiled reference to loni hardwood, as in the
hardwood floors of a certain Vorlon of my acquaintance whose curtains
would otherwise match, whereas others only get as far as hard wood -
which, from my understanding, is coincidentally desired by someone
wishing they had friends with names like Diablo - while you continue to
thrust, over and over, the idea of stretching (immortally), whilst
hovering over mountains Kun and Lun in a perfect Taoist paradise.

I know you are thanking me in advance for not going there - not me -
and certainly not describing the endlessly crashing waves as Atlantis
went down, licking t.h.e.d.a.v.i.n.c.i.c.o.d.e.d.b.b.q.

Pearl

"Wondering what if _everybody_ does Wang Chung tonight, who's going to
watch the grill, since 1992."