Hear ye, hear ye.
Tonight the muses sing, and we harken to Pan...
as with sweetly piping lute...
he wends us through a delightful phantasmagoria...
with the deathless heroes of legend and history...
and the entrancing figures of fiction and fantasy.
And, first among our illustrious hosts...
we want you to meet...
"Now I lay me down to sleep..."
Bless Papa Leon and Uncle Ray.
Have you got any mortgages you want to have paid, baby?
After all my adventures are through.
Help! Jailbreak!
Why won't they let me sleep?
This is your town crier again.
The music fades...
and the departing celebrants bid us adieu...
happy with the memories of the book land frolic.
All is well.
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