# Test

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/test/334193>\
**Category:** About This Message Board\
**Created:** [December 5, 2005, 4:43pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/test/334193 "2005-12-05T16:43:31Z")\
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**Author:** ![Angels\_Flight](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/6bbea6/32.png) [@Angels\_Flight](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Angels_Flight)\
**Post date:** [December 5, 2005, 4:43pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/test/334193/1 "2005-12-05T16:43:31Z")

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Alas, poor VegaBean! I knew her, Horatio: a fellowess  
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: she hath  
borne me on her back a thousand times; and now, how  
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at  
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know  
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your  
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,  
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one  
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?

But, fortunately she was a philosophress,  
and never cared if her words remained  
like a blog stain on the floor of the internet  
or were swept to sea with the tides.

Farewell, sweet pheonix, to die and rise again!