A toast.
A toast, indeed! And who cares if it was a deliberate brainstorm or a spontaneous gesture, it is a fitting tribute.
Raising my glass (Cointreau, at the moment) to one of the authors who was most influential in forming my lifelong love of reading.
Poe’s overdue for a new gravesite. Something should be done.
What a bizarre, troubled life he led.
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore!”